Molly and I are just back from a #WoofHostelling trip to Oban, to show you some of the Dog friendly things to do courtesy of @hostellingscotland (#Ad)
It's a great option if you're travelling with a dog, with a private room, so no worries about disturbing anybody else!
To get our Castle fix we visited Dunstaffnage (dogs are even allowed inside) and Dunollie Castles, both ancient strongholds once home to Clan MacDougall.
On the way to Dunollie we paid respect to the Dog Stone, where the legendary hero Fingal tied up his enormous hounds.
Oban has great views to Kerrera, but why not head over to the island itself?
A 5 min ferry saw Molly and I hiking to Gylen Castle, perched dramatically on the cliffs!
This island saw the dramatic death of Alexander II after a prophetic dream warning him not to step foot there.
Slightly further out of Oban, head north to the ruins of Ardchattan Priory or south to the fantastic Historic Kilbride, which is so dog friendly that you might even meet the resident yellow Labrador wandering the old gravestones.
Further on, Molly and I explored Carnasserie Castle, built by John Carswell, the Bishop of the Isles and author of the first book printed entirely in Scottish Gaelic!
Then we descended into the spectacular Kilmartin Glen, packed full of cairns and standing stones.
You can bet that after all of that roaming, swimming and stuffing our faces in some of Oban's many dog-friendly pubs, we were exhausted.
The Oban Youth Hostel was the perfect place on the waterfront to pass out and the optional cooked breakfast in the morning was very welcome!
Just to prove that hostels are for everybody, we chatted to a retired couple from England, a group of backpacking students from America and a family from Fife!
Of course, they all spoke more to Molly than to me...
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Have you ever wondered why Clan Cameron have a motto along the lines of: "Sons of hounds, come hither and get flesh"?
Maybe not, but I'm going to tell you the story behind it anyway!
In the 16th century, Ewen Mor chief of The Camerons was on his way to meet the Earl of Atholl to discuss the disputed boundary between Cameron lands in Lochaber and Atholl's territory in Perthshire man to man.
On his way, he stumbled across the famous blue-eyed Lochaber witch Gormshùil Mhòr na Maighe. After asking where Ewen was heading, she warned him not to go alone, no matter what the Earl had agreed to.
You might think that Orkney has only ancient history to share from the amount of coverage of Skara Brae or the standing stones.
Clearly, the Italian Chapel is a bit more modern, but why is it here in Scotland's northern isles and why does it look so odd?
The story goes back to World War II, when Orkney was the main Royal Navy base.
Causeways needed built between smaller islands to protect the harbour at Scapa Flow from U-Boat attacks and as luck would have it, thousands of Italian soldiers had just been captured in North Africa.
A number of the Italian Prisoners of War were sent to Orkney, no doubt a shock to the system after Africa, with hundreds placed on the tiny island of Lamb Holm.
Living in a very basic camp was nothing new for the soldiers, but for these Italians, one important thing was missing.
This is the grave of Roderick Mackenzie, a Jacobite hero with a story that should be better known!
Not long after Culloden, Cumberland sent the head of Bonnie Prince Charlie to London and called off the hunt for the Young Pretender.
Unfortunately for him, it was the wrong head.
It was actually poor Roderick, the son of an Edinburgh goldsmith who looked identical to Charles. Thanks to the similarity, he became the prince's body double, personal guard and close friend.
Like most Jacobites, he was on the run after that final battle, hiding in remote locations while the government army hunted him down.
Roderick had found a great hiding spot in a cave in Glen Moriston, but one day, he was caught down by the river.
In Scotland, today isn't New Years Eve, it's Hogmanay!
But why do we call it Hogmanay? What does it mean?
Some think it goes back to the Old Norse word Hoggo-nott or Anglo-Saxon Haleg-monath, meaning Holy Month. Others put it down to a French term Aguillanneuf!
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In truth, we have absolutely no idea about Hogmanay's roots, but we know it's been called that for over 400 years.
These days, it's just another of our many New Year traditions, which vary around the country.
Some might be redding their house today, sweeping out the old year!
Lots more still practice First Footing, where it's good luck for the first person through your door to be a dark haired man bearing gifts of coal for the fire and shortbread for your belly.
A warming dram of whisky makes the perfect return gesture!
It was a bitterly cold Christmas Eve in Dumfries & Galloway and a shepherd decided there was more fun to be had at a Yuletide party, leaving his young helper alone on the hills to guard the flock.
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He gave strict instructions to gather them in by dusk to protect from wolves or storms. As the light failed, the wee boy hiked around the heather, rounding up all the ewes.
All but one of them.
Terrified of letting the shepherd down, he ran across the hills, tearing his clothes and filling his boots with icy bog water to find the missing culprit.
Hours later, he returned to his little shepherd's hut, still lacking a sheep and ready to cry.