Loch Katrine

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!

...from My Native Land by Sir Water Scott, as read to us on the boat 'Lady of the Lake' (named after another of Sir Walter Scott's poems) today as we went for a wee trip on Loch Katrine, being tourists in our own country.

We then headed home, back to Edinburgh after stopping off to visit my husband's 97 year old granny - what a woman!