Forvie, Fyvie and The Great Scottish Adventure
August, 1999

As you may know, I’m inclined to jot a note or two upon returning from my periodic adventures.  A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in a hotel room feeling sorry for myself and in a flash of United Mileage fueled exuberance phoned up the 1K desk and told them “I want to go to Europe, I want to use miles, I want to sit in a big seat coming and going, I plan on taking my wife, and I need to leave in two weeks and can only stay seven days.  Where can I go?”  So here’s the story.

As it turns out I’m not the only person who thought to go to Europe this summer and despite the fact that Great Britain is the destination of choice for Americans headed towards the old world, London was the only place we could get into even semi-directly.  Sometime earlier this year we’d bought a passel of travel books including volumes touting the wonders of Ireland, Scotland, Norway, Iceland, Portugal, and Spain (there’s a logic in there somewhere but it escapes me just now). With about no thought I immediately settled on Scotland