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The last time I went to Scotland was in the summer of ninety-nine. I went alone because I wanted to escape the bog-standardness of my normal life as well as meet some new people and you know that if you are travelling alone it is always easy to attach yourself to others, rather like a free radical reacting in the blood. I was also keen to spend some time actually on my own, so it was a win-win situation. I hired a camper van and headed north from London, passing Hadrians Wall two days after I had set off.I headed for the Lochs to see if I could spot the Loch Ness monster, but when confronted with nothing but a placid lake with no ripples that might indicate the presence of a giant water snake beneath the surface, I decided instead to go hiking. I packed a picnic, a hip flask of scotch and my book and set out into the countryside. When I stopped for lunch atop of a hillock I thought I would have a bit of a read, but the book was so good that I ended up reading for hours rather than walking back and suddenly I realised it was getting dark. The book was The Master and the Margarita by Bulgakov about the devil and his troupe of demons visiting Moscow and sending everybody crazy and I recall the strange sensation of it feeling as though the book was reading me rather than vice-versa, such was the web of reference that the novel weaved in my memories. I managed to somehow find my way back to my van despite it being pitch black, mainly because I have an uncanny sense of direction, but there was also more than a degree of very good fortune involved.Having enjoyed the walking despite getting distracted by the book, I decided to go and do some more hiking. I spent the rest of that week walking in Cairngorms national park, where I met a group of guys who were on an unusual stag-do and had tickets for the Old Firm derby a few days later. One of their friends had caught pneumonia and had had to go home early so they had a spare ticket, which they offered to me. I duly accepted. Gloriously, the ticket also included accommodation in a hotel in Glasgow. If you are looking for luxury hotels Glasgow is the city in Scotland where you will find them and they had booked into one of the swankiest in the city. The game was rather disappointing however a nil-nil draw that lacked the normal tempestuousness of the Glasgow derby. When they left the city the next morning to go and stay in a Strathclyde hotel so that they had easy access to the airport, I headed off once more in my van to do some scotch-tasting.
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