1. A Highland Fling


    Date: 10/27/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: KatieElizabeth, Rating: 37, Source: LushStories

    Clouds scurried swiftly across the sky and the early morning air was crisp with the first hints of autumnal frost as I started my southerly drive over Rannoch Moor. I'd set off deliberately early, hoping to avoid the worst of the late summer holiday traffic on the A82. Behind me lay Fort William and a fabulous week's holiday in the Scottish Highlands, where I'd visited Kilchurn Castle, explored my paternal ancestry on the Isle of Skye and searched unsuccessfully for the Loch Ness Monster. Ahead of me, at the bottom end of the Moor, lay Tyndrum, after which I would make a right hand turn towards the western shores of Loch Fyne and my ultimate destination of Inverary, which lay near the head of the loch. Forty five minutes after leaving Fort William in the gloom of dawn, the sun eventually peaked over the top ridge of one of the numerous fells that littered the horizon. The landscape looked almost desolate. The bracken was yellowing, and the heather, well past its glorious high summer bloom, lay limp to the earth. Pockets of mist hung heavy in the hollows of the uneven ground, with woolly tendrils reaching out and drifting slowly up and down the many gullies and waterways that criss-crossed the moor. I wasn't at all disheartened by the bleak look of my surroundings. I'd watched the weather report the night before in my hotel room and knew that once the sun got up, the mist would burn away quickly. A fine and sunny autumn day was forecast. It was going to be just the sort of ...
    day that was perfect for the Argyll and Bute Highland Games. I'd planned to visit the Games for the last day of my break before the long drive south back to England. I couldn't wait to have fun and soak up the atmosphere of something so quintessentially Scottish and, though distant, something that was also an integral part of my own heritage. By the time I arrived in Inverary the sun was well up into the now clear blue sky and the last wisps of the morning's mist were evaporating from the edges of the loch. The water was calm and I could clearly see a perfect reflection of the mountains, sky and town on the mirror like surface of the water. As I drove down the High Street I was amazed to see the whole town was festooned with brightly coloured bunting that seemed to drip from the front of every building and lamp post. After parking outside the bed and breakfast I'd booked for the night, I locked the car and made my way to the show ground at the far end of the town where the Games were being held. Even though it was still early and the Games hadn't yet started, large crowds were already beginning to gather at the ticket booths. As I queued, I could see numerous hospitality tents strewn across the field and various arenas had been fashioned from bales of hay, placed in circles to separate the spectators from the competitors. Under the awning of the largest marquee was a wooden stage, about ten metres wide and a metre high. I presumed this would play host to the main attraction of ...
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