We are driving south on the motorway, listening to Gaelic radio, I'm practicing rolling my r's and feeling sad that we have to leave Scotland. I agree with our host, Patric, who said " Aye, tis just cracker". A place that I feel we've had too brief a taste of (though all those oysters and mounds of smoked salmon are lingering fresh and recent in my memory).
We make a detour to the west to catch a glimpse of beautiful lake Windermere
and catch it in the last rays of daylight. We'll be back.