Day 3. The Highlands

Farewelled a picture book, pinch me am I really here? Set off in a 12 seater two night bus tour of the highland. A range of nationalities and ages the low light being an arms (“and ammunition”) dealer from Colorado - takes all sorts. Today we went via the Forth of Firth via Perth (the first one) and coffee at one cutest wee villages called Dunkild and gorgeous country walk along the river Spey. The water is a clear dark beer colour due to the peat. Then it rained and pretty much rained the rest of the day and then rained some more. PTL for merino! On to Avenue for lunch at the Wanking Owl. We that what we thought our driver said. It was the winking owl. I had Cullen skink. I thought why not. It’s just smoked fish soup with leeks and spuds. Then on we drove to Cullodon. The scene of the awful Jacobite slaughter of 2,500 men in only about 30minutes (when will we ever learn). It rained a lot there too so we did the brisk march around the field and dived back on board. Pleased to do it tho. And final stop was at a Neolithic Clava Cairns. A 4000 year old site with the just sones in a circle and a huge really huge stone cairn full of dead people. Also pissed down there. Then off to Inverness the most stoic Victorian town very proper and Presbyterian feel about it. Rained here too. But I’ve already used my temu travel umbrella ($9) and my $2 waterproof poncho. The other two have laughed at my mini salt and pepper shakers too but just wait I know we’ll use it. Another highlight was a stop of to se a 1700’s bridge for draft horses. Pretty dodgy for the horses I thought. Curled up in our guest house now about to drift off. Love to all. Xx
One more thing we realised while going through our photos from the March. Princess Anne was riding and passed right next to us.Read more