We had missed the news about the new restaurant, so spent the long trek through the snow from Rannoch wondering how to kill 2h in the cold waiting for the train, as no one in their right mind would be opening up in a blizzard. Well Ollie and Lizzie clearly aren't in their right mind. Striding towards us out of the snow came a tall man with a tall dog: 'Are you heading for the restaurant: well I'm the chef and you can get tea in front of the fire, and I'll be back to cook'. Was this just hypothermia setting in? Inside an incredibly warm welcome, beautiful decor, Cairngorm dark ales, venison burgers with gorgeous relish. More guests from the hostel, bothy dwellers collecting spare clothes, then back into the chill just in time to get the last train south. It probably wasnt a dream but could have been. Can't wait to head back.
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