
Near Tongue. Highland donkeys. Drive carefully. The roads are often one lane, with a lay-by for passing that is marked with a tall flag. If you see a car coming, whoever is closest to the lay-by is supposed to pull over and wait. People did. We kept the gas tank full, and kept a water bottle and bread and cheese just in case, and never needed them.
Highlands: more remote and stark than expected. Lunch at Tongue - best platter of local cheeses ever. See http://www..fortunecity.com/bally/leitrim/147/tongue921.jpg.
Tongue, the name, comes probably from the Old Norse - see www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/tongue/tongue/index. See the photos there. I believe we had our fine cheese platter at that Tongue Hotel. Just feel the wilderness and the mountains.
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