"Twas a desolate glen as I'd known it,
With never a stick upon stone,
And a scattering of sheep on the hillside,
That was bare as a bone.
For I stumbled a lost man through it,
Til all of a sudden it broke
And morning came down on a Glen
That was stirring with folk."
Just about sums up a splendid break away to Strathearn (see Scotland pics in my
Gallery, especially those of Glen Tarken taken at dawn on a 13km walk before breakfast! - just me, my dog and a scattering of sheep)