We had lunch in Aberfoyle, a village on the edge of the Trossachs National Park. There's a pub and a coffee shop, and Russell recommended a deli that made an excellent steak and onion sandwich.
I was intrigued by this little sweet shop, despite the truly horrible baby on an ice cream cone statue outside. I know what fudge and macaroons are, but tablet? Lucky tatties? Old fashioned boilings? I bought some tablet, which turns out to be similar to New Orleans style pralines, without the nuts. Tatties and boilings will have to wait for my next visit to Scotland.
By the time we regrouped, it was raining steadily, and I got this atmospheric picture of the Forth River in the mists.
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