Loch Tay from Kenmore Hill

We were mildly apprehensive, setting off for Scotland in the midst of a petrol crisis, but everything was booked and we were lucky to have filled the car shortly before our local garage ran out. In the event, it all worked out, and we were able to buy enough fuel along the way to get us to Aberfeldy in the Tay valley. The one positive aspect of the current fuel shortage was that the roads were far quieter than usual, and we made the 450 mile journey faster than we expected.
Having checked in at our comfortable if unexceptional B and B for the night, I
went for a wander while Hanne Lene was having a rest. I was intrigued to find a curious looking little Middle Eastern restaurant set up in what appeared to be the front room of a house down an alley off the main street. Turned out it was run by an Iranian man who spends half his time in Aberfeldy and the other half in his home land. The decor was charmingly Iranian - photographs of souks, mosques and archaeological sites, little rugs and prayer mats decorated the walls and the chairs were like miniature armchairs, decorated with a lipstick red ruched chintz. I was lucky to get a table for us, it was almost full and as it happened, was the last night of the season before the chef and owner returned to Iran. The food was simple and yet sublime; a variety of meze and vegetarian dishes beautifully flavoured and spiced, with rice and Persian flatbread.
We woke to a sunny morning, and after breakfast, headed off down the Tay valley for a walk around the woodland on Kenmore Hill. From the cairn at the top there were fine views of the surrounding mountains and Loch Tay.