Spotless blue skies in Aberfeldy while the Netherlands is flooding.

We drive to Pitlochry. We walk to the dam, along which a salmon ladder is built. Fly fishers stand in wading suits in the water. The jumping salmon on their way to the dam do not let themselves be caught. At the salmon ladder is a display with a counter: 569 salmon have already climbed the ladder this year.

We walk to the city center. Pitlochry turns out to be a tourist village with a luxury market. Got lunch stuff at the Coop.

On our way to Balmoral, we pass the King and Queen’s Scottish castle. The route through Cairngorms is beautiful. We ate sandwiches at Devil’s Elbow, which has a pretty name and a nice view over the valley.

It starts to rain, no pour, no, it pours from the sky. In the parking lot at Balmoral, we sit in the car watching the weather report. Soaking wet tourists pass by. We decide not to and drive off.

We drive into the hills. To the left of the road, a small river thunders down the slope at tremendous speed. Further on, the water washes over the road. The water is getting higher. Oncoming travelers tell us it is better to turn around. The water is even higher where they came from.

We pass Balmoral again. It has now become drier so we decide to give the castle a second chance.

We take a nice walk around the grounds and look at watercolors by Prince C (Charles’ signature: “C”; what does that say?). Review: cool little works, distant.

With a detour, we drive back into the Cairngorms over an even more beautiful road. At Corgarff Viewpoint, a camper stands on the deserted slopes. A man hangs on his bed, the camper’s doors wide open, facetiming with home, showing them the magnificent view.