Loch Fyne

Edgar then marched towards Perth and set up a makeshift garrison at Scone, using it as both a military base and symbolic throne for his supporters.

Donald's forces clashed with Edgar's men on the slopes of Loch Fyne, where a skirmish led to a number of casualties but ultimately forced Edgar back across the Moray region due to lack of supplies.

Donald, however, used this temporary victory to convene the assembly at Glasgow in 1094.

He called together leading bishops such as the

The route continues towards Inverary and has a wonderfully gradual sense of arrival.

One moment you're climbing up through the highland scenery and the next you're descending onto Loch Fyne, which the road then follows until the white buildings of a small planned town gather themselves neatly beside the water across a bay into which the river Eyrie flows.

In fact, that's why the town's called Inver Eyrie, Inver at the mouth of Eyrie the river, at the mouth of the river Eyrie.

Well we cross the River Eyrie over a wonderful stone two arch bridge built in 1775 and at the high point of the bridge look right to see the most glorious sight of Inveraray Castle in all its splendour.

The old town was gradually removed and its people rehoused in a new planned settlement across the water.

And what emerged was one of Scotland's most attractive little towns.

Ordered, white-fronted, elegant and carefully placed between the castle estate and Loch Fyne.

Its streets still carry that sense of design, with the 18th and 19th century harbour, courthouse, church and main street all feeling as though they belonged to a bygone age.

From the Arts and Culture section.

Was Loch Fyne Restaurant and Oyster Bar worth missing a shark for? Article by Sarah Campbell.

Dum-dum, dum-dum, dum-dum, a fin slices through the surface in the shallows of Loch Fyne, prompting a series of stunned oohs and ahhs from somewhere on land.

Okay, so a young basking shark isn't quite Jaws-level drama, but I'm still gutted to have missed the one gliding unusually close to Inverary Pier, where we'd been standing looking out over the glassy water.

Okay, so a young basking shark isn't quite Jaws-level drama, but I'm still gutted to have missed the one gliding unusually close to Inverary Pier, where we'd been standing looking out over the glassy water just over an hour ago.

Instead, we're at the Loch Fyne Restaurant and Oyster Bar, having departed the picturesque Georgian town in plenty of time to make a reservation.

that means through no fault of its own lunch at this seafood focus stop just off the eighty three now has to offer a worthy consolation for the rare spectacle we're resigned to watching through social media no pressure there then It's a Sunday, so the kind and relentlessly accommodating staff have squeezed us in early amid families with young children and groups of motorbike riders who have peeled back layers of leather clothing and ditched their helmets outside.

With more winding road to cover at high speeds after this, I'm not sure oysters are the wisest choice for them, but for us, the humble shellfish around which this whole operation was built seemed like the right place to start.

For love of that song, I could defend the Forth herring against all competitors whatsoever.

Loch Fyne herring? Fair fish, yes, but really now, you would hardly say that they have that racy flavor we get in the Forth article.

Collar salmon? Oh, pshaw.

You are from Glasgow.

My name's Tom Turnbull.

I'm a land manager and landowner at the head of Loch Fyne in Argyll.

I manage the deer myself with paying guests, which helps provide sporting income to the estate, which then is used again to... provide that land management and deer management.

I got involved in the local deer management group and chaired that for a while.