Loch Ness to Thurso
Border Vorder laid on a good breakfast (in a highly greased and fried sense of the word "good"). We abandoned our idea to take the more scenic B road route to Thurso when we realised it involved 100+ miles of single track road. We stuck to the more conventional A9.
Our first stop was Dunrobin Castle about 50 miles north of Inverness which we poked around the outside of (being too stingy to pay £6.50 each to get in). There was a good seaview round the back, luckily at this point the omni-showers were in "off" mode.
Seaview from Dunrobin Castle
The Cute Fluffy Lamb factor was high (but I doubt it's ever low in Scotland in May). If you're into such things, there's quite an impressive wind farm between Achavanich and Mybster.
ARRGGHH!!! The aliens are coming to attack us!!! Oh. It's a wind farm....
Thurso itself didn't make a great impression on arrival. Admittedly it was raining but the town itself looked drab, bleak and, well, just not pretty after what we'd been used (we're so shallow). We were served lunch in a pub by a glum woman who resembled Peter Kay in a wig (possibly the reason for her glumness).
We went out around town for a few drinks in the evening. The first 2 places weren't exactly cosy but we found a hotel bar and things picked up after that (ie we were pissed). We stumbled back to the B&B with a Chinese takeaway. Still didn't like Thurso much though (sorry to any Thursonians).
Not everywhere was picturesque... One of the less welcoming pubs in Thurso
Our first stop was Dunrobin Castle about 50 miles north of Inverness which we poked around the outside of (being too stingy to pay £6.50 each to get in). There was a good seaview round the back, luckily at this point the omni-showers were in "off" mode.
Seaview from Dunrobin Castle
The Cute Fluffy Lamb factor was high (but I doubt it's ever low in Scotland in May). If you're into such things, there's quite an impressive wind farm between Achavanich and Mybster.
ARRGGHH!!! The aliens are coming to attack us!!! Oh. It's a wind farm....
Thurso itself didn't make a great impression on arrival. Admittedly it was raining but the town itself looked drab, bleak and, well, just not pretty after what we'd been used (we're so shallow). We were served lunch in a pub by a glum woman who resembled Peter Kay in a wig (possibly the reason for her glumness).
We went out around town for a few drinks in the evening. The first 2 places weren't exactly cosy but we found a hotel bar and things picked up after that (ie we were pissed). We stumbled back to the B&B with a Chinese takeaway. Still didn't like Thurso much though (sorry to any Thursonians).
Not everywhere was picturesque... One of the less welcoming pubs in Thurso
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