in the highlands of northern Scotland,
the famed Jacobite Train
up along the Mallaig trail
to Fort William,
rolling hills,
bracken turning
golden brown in the sun,
until we came to the St. Andrews Guest House,
a restored chapel now open to touring folk
where we spent a night or two, charmed and enchanted,
to stroll through the old part of town,
seemingly on the edge of the world,
stopping at museums, a bakery,
and the church of St. Andrews,
marked by gravestones and medieval arches.
Then back down the Great Glen by bus,
the romance behind us,
the memories ahead.
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