The wee beastie was floating on her back as we drove up the side of the Loch. It was nice to arrive into our lodgings in Inverness and there were good locks on the door to keep out the heinous Campbell ghosts. We wandered through the bronze age Clava Cairns and past the Cairns of the fallen Highlanders buried beneath the soil of Culloden. It is pretty fantastic to drive some of the most scenic roads in the world all within the space of 24 hours, and drink in the history of the Highlanders. A pitstop at the fantastic Blair Atholl watermill wasn’t planned, but that is the lovely thing about Scotland. Pull off the road into any small village and feel like you have walked into Brigadoon. We munched on great toasties and fabulous shortbread in the 1590 mill. Fabulous eating bread, where the flour of the bread that you are eating is being stone ground a few metres from you. We arrive into Stirling late afternoon so went in search of a wee drop at the 1733 Settle Inn. We could have sat for hours as the drinks cost almost nothing and the fire was burning in the tiniest, stone walled pub. Virginia had no idea what the barman was saying so it was a damn miracle we ended up with exactly what we wanted. We arrived back into the very cool Glaswegian city. From Sauropods, giants and beasties to partying Scotsman, great restaurants and the noise of the most vibrant of cities we had been to a parallel universe but were now back to work.
Sleeping under the stars 