Glencoe.
The site of the bloody Campbell-MacDonald massacre seemed an obvious destination for me (I'm one quarter of each) I remember I grandmother telling me the story when I was little. So off to Glencoe I went for the day, it was so nice to be out of the city. Like home, people say hello on the street! There was hiking, stone houses with heather roofs, real Christmas holly, lots of coffee, reading, browsing, cold soup and bread by a beautiful lake with some rust colored birds and fighter planes, out of no where! It was a lovely day! I felt like I was in a heritage commercial!

The image is of a small loch (lake) it was built by a Scotsman for his 'red Indian' wife (that's what the man said!) from Canada. I think he meant Native American. She was homesick and so he built her a lake! What chivalry!