More tartans have made it into my suitcase.
Another wool tartan, dress weight this time, and a wool gauze.
I couldn’t leave without this fun knit either. It combines fashion with tartan. What better souvenir of a holiday to Scotland, London and Paris could there be??
And the floral rayon? No excuse or good reason why that come with me. Its was just so pretty and drapey. And border prints are hard to come by..
It’s a well stocked store:
And now the scenery between the last fabric store and this one:
Near Inner Loch Torridon
Inner Loch Torridon, low tide
Not really a swimming beach. Forgot my swimming costume anyway. Perhaps one of those head to toe Victorian woollen costumes would have been the way to go!
The Torridon, our luxury accommodation
One of the other guests enjoying our view
Outer Loch Torridon
Boating looks like it would be fun; one of the many lochs through Glencoe.
Black Mountain. The cairn was in memory of mountaineers who lost their lives climbing these mountains. “They died in a place they loved.”
A starkly beautiful, wild and barren area. The Highlands are truly majestic, in many different ways.
I’ll remember them every time I fondle my fabric and dream about what I’m going to sew…