Getting lost in the Trossachs

‘A breath of fresh air’. I’ve never been a fan of cliché expressions, but in this case I’ll make an exception. I am forever amazed at what fresh air does for the soul. Really. This week, we packed a bag of snacks, took jackets in case the sun disappeared, and drove north. Our destination was Aberfoyle, a small Trossachs town that boasts a lane of … Continue reading Getting lost in the Trossachs