Today I’m hosting this amazing picture of Glenfinnan Viaduct which apparently leads to Hogwarts, believe at least all the Harry Potter believe that :)
This great shot was taken by Justine Cross from Wanderer of the World Blog.
Justine is a part-time travel blogger with a goal to see at least 3 new places abroad every year. She succeeded in doing this in last 4 years (between working for a software company full-time).
Her blog is aimed at inspiring others to see the world (even if you work full-time) through my use of
Her blog is aimed at inspiring others to see the world (even if you work full-time) through my use of first-hand advice and experiences.
Photo Story: Glenfinnan Viaduct leads to Hogwarts!
At the northernmost part of the UK is an idyllic country, where haggis has been made famous; men in kilts make other-worldly noises from a bagpipe and said men in kilts toss tall poles as far as they can in the spirit of the Highland Games.
I am of course talking about Scotland (or na h-Alba for those of you who fancy learning a bit of Scottish Gaelic).
Legend dictates that in the mountainous terrain of Scotland is a magical place where students attend a wizarding school. This school has quite an odd name; something along the lines of “Hoggywarts” or “PigsWart”.
Unexpectedly, these magical beings do not arrive at this school riding dragons or flying on winged horses – my guess is that they need to remain inconspicuous. Instead, they trundle off to wizarding school on an old-fashioned steam train, which makes its way from London to somewhere far and remote (said to be in Scotland).
This same legend would have us believe that we can spot this train in Scotland if we stand in the right place. So, we thought we’d put it to the test!
Fleeing as fast as we could (in a small car) to see Glenfinnan Viaduct and clambering up a slope to stand on some rocks; we waited with the utmost anticipation for this train to come past. 10 minutes had flown by and there was no train. 20 minutes had passed on by and we were starting to lose hope that the train would come. 30 minutes had ticked the past and in the distance, we heard “
10 minutes had flown by and there was no train. 20 minutes had passed on by and we were starting to lose hope that the train would come. 30 minutes had ticked the past and in the distance, we heard “chugga-chugga-chugga” – okay, so this is a terrible way of describing the noise an old-fashioned steam train makes, but you get the idea!
All of the other train hunters around us started clicking their snazzy cameras built to zoom into the distance, whilst we waited to finally see a glimpse of the train!
Gasp! There it is! In all of its scarlet red glory, puffing reams of smoke from its front; the train was making its way closer and closer to us through the emerald Scottish hills. One short video later and we had captured this legendary train on film, which is where this snapshot comes from.
Once the train had rambled on by and out of sight, most of the other train hunters slipped and slid back to their cars, whilst the rain clouds decided to give us a little shower. Forever being quirky travellers, my boyfriend and I chose to sit down on the cold, wet rocks and eat scones with cream and jam – oh, how very British of us!
Forever being quirky travellers, my boyfriend and I chose to sit down on the cold, wet rocks and eat scones with cream and jam – oh, how very British of us!