Let’s move to Callander and the Trossachs: ‘Magical countryside’Aug 24, 2018 16:30
It looks like Disney bought up the place and squished the whole of Scotland into a few square miles
What’s going for it? “The Highlands in miniature”, they call it, and, true enough, the Trossachs (great name, by the way), do look as if Disney had come along, bought up the place and squished the whole of Scotland into a few square miles. Peaks and mountains (though not scarily high). Forests. Lochs. Glens. Dramatic ruins on mystical islands. Copious shops selling tartanned tins of shortbread and humorous bagpiping trolls. Dramatic, mysterious yet wistful histories of doughty locals valiantly holding out against evil overlords. The Rob Roy Experience in Callander closed some time ago, alas, but the spell of “Scotland’s Robin Hood” hangs over the place; not least because every stone and cul-de-sac seems to be named after him. Instead of Uncle Walt, the Trossachs had Sir Walter Scott, who mythologised the place in his writing. Rightly so, because once the theme park closes and the coach parties, hikers, mountain bikers and lovers of humorous bagpiping trolls go home, for most of the year it’s a fabulous, beautiful spot (the Falls of Moness!), with endless expanses of the most magical countryside in Scotland’s first national park. And, best of all, you have the whole place to yourself. And Rob Roy. You can’t escape Rob Roy.
The case against The theme park. In high season you will curse the queues of coaches/mountain bikers/hikers/lovers of humorous bagpiping trolls. The place is so close to the central belt of Scotland that 4 million people visit the national park each year, and leave their litter behind. Continue reading...