A Highland Adventure: From Edinburgh to Glencoe


No trip to Scotland is complete without a Haggis Adventure. And no, I’m not talking about the oaty goodness that dances on your taste buds. The Haggis adventure I’m talking about took us on a Highland tour.

After an evening spent exploring Edinburgh Castle and tapping our toes to some seriously bonny beats, we wandered home only to pass the window display of Haggis Adventure Tours. Posters advertising a trip departing the next day at seven am lined the glass. We’d already seen some of Edinburgh’s delights and rugged Scotland was calling us. Tomorrow we’d be going on a Highland adventure.


So here we were; seven am, aboard a Haggis bus and listening to the Proclaimers. Our animated tour guide was poised to show us some of Scotland’s best and before long we arrived at Doune Castle. Any Michael Palin or Graham Chapman fans may recognise it from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Castle, Scotland

After a walk about the place it was time to get back aboard the bus and continue North. We didn’t get far before stumbling across an old weaving house stowed aside the mottled landscape. Aside from the chilly temperature, you couldn’t help but notice the hum of the hills that made for an eerie yet well trodden atmosphere. These hills were soon to become mountains as we ventured further into the mist.

Then, as we approached Glencoe, we stopped at the first of many dramatic lochs. Our cameras flashed and we inhaled the dewy air. The steely water lay dormant, a mirror of what rose above served to conceal whatever slept beneath. It’s rare to see such calm water in which a reflection is so vivid. But perhaps more the spectacle was the locals preparing to swim as we teetered at the edge with our coats and warm coffee flasks. There is an earthy goodness about the people of these parts; they are proud of their heritage and embrace it head-on.

Shivering at the thought of swimming amid the icy waters, we jumped back aboard the heated bus to visit Fort William and Britain’s highest Mountain, Ben Nevis. On our way we gabbled at the feet of the Three Sisters. These were my favourite mountains of the trip. As one of a sisterhood, I love that three sisters are standing strong and tall together.

Three Sisters

As we journeyed through the cold yet steamy atmosphere we were told of the McDoland clan and their vicious massacre in 1692. You can’t help but be overwhelmed by the barren beauty in which such brutality played out. But history aside, our Highland adventure ended well. As our Haggis tour pulled into the village of Fort Augustus, the silently still Loch lay ahead. These waters are ploughed by the legend of The Loch Ness Monster or Nessy, as I prefer to think of her.

Fort Augustus

Do you believe in Nessy?


About the Author

Rebecca Jones is a keen traveller who loves experiencing new scenes, views and cultures. Despite travelling widely, she’s most at home in the mountains and coast of North Wales. She enjoys hearing about other people’s travels as much as she likes writing about her own, so if you fancy a natter, you’ll find her on twitter @pinkiejones.


  1. Ahhh, the Proclaimers. 🙂 Their 500 miles song is my most favorite road trip song ever. 🙂

    • Me too. It seemed quite apt for this road trip1


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