As recommended by our host at No. 20 B&B, we were off with map in hand through the Trossachs National Park. First, my companion and I headed Northwest to Luss, a little lakeside village with dreamy little cottages and shops. Derek and I parked by the tourist information building (it has public bathrooms if you are in need!) and walked down towards the shore.
Luss, Loch Lomond
I’m sure this little place would be quite happening in the summer, particularly when their very own Highland Games are in full swing, but our visit was quiet as could be. The sand had a dusting of frost and ducks were splashing about in the cool water.
The 360 degrees of foliage around Loch Lomond were enchanting, as were the ducks.
Just near the shore was a little shop with a charming Scottish gentleman who gave us warmed biscuits and toffees as we walked about his quaint store.
A little path led us into the picturesque street, lined with quaint cottages leading to a bridge.
After crossing the small stream, Derek and I found ourselves in a field, just the place for the summer games and town events.
Nearby, a mossy church and graveyard stood, testing time in every way. I could hear the sound of frost crunching underneath us with every step. I felt at peace here, and we had to leave all too quickly.
Balloch Castle Country Park
Balloch Castle Gardens was our next stop, heading back east along the southern tip of Loch Lomond. Busy with dog walkers, the gardens were a bit more alive. Swans basked in the midday light, and dozens of breeds of dogs played about. It definitely was a nice place for a stroll.
Off to our next location, we drove further north along the scenic road by Aberfoyle and Callander. I made Derek turn around and pull over for my first sighting of Highland Cows near Drymen, although they were a distance away in the farmer’s field.
Finding Highland Cows
Nearing the turnoff to Loch Katrine, I almost through Derek for a loop when I gasped at the sight of more fluffy cattle in a picture perfect field. As I was snapping photos of ones in the distance, a wee one near the fence down the road caught my eye. I took off, running towards it, only slowing down as I came near, not to frighten it off. Derek only realized I was gone moments later, and drove after me. I swear I must have looked hysterical, near tears, approaching the Highland Cow.
I shared a few selfies with him before I felt brave enough to reach through the fence and run my fingers through his fluffy crown of hair. My boyfriend was snapping pictures of me having the time of my life. I finally took the camera and let Derek introduce himself to the sweet creature.
Loch Katrine in the Trossachs
After a few more photos and pets, my boyfriend had to tear me away from my newfound friend. Loch Katrine was peaceful as ever, with no tourists this late in the season, but the paths around it were closed. Loch Katrine is a place known dearly to any Sir Walter Scott fans. His poem “The Lady of the Lake” brought the lake to many travellers’ attention. One of the reasons I love traveling is to see places that hold so many tales.
As it was getting dark, we had to head back too soon. The Trossachs National Park is an area of Scotland I’d love to go back to to explore further. It was one of my favourite days, (the fluffy cow might have had something to do with it, I admit) and I’m so glad to share it with you all!