Scotland Bound

View over the River Ness

Ah, Scotland the Brave (or, more accurately when travelling from Eastbourne, Scotland The Bloody Far Away), Wisely we abandoned our initial plan to drive and opted for the train for a bargainous £60 each return. We'd spend that on petrol (or on a solitary sandwich at motorway services, the thieving bastards).

The total 12 hour journey passed faster than expected what with the excitement of going on holiday, great scenery and the high Cute Fluffy Lamb factor (CFL) (in the fields we passed obviously, our tickets were cheap but it didn't mean we were travelling in the livestock compartment).

A short trek through Inverness city centre prompted my other half to conclude we wouldn't be drinking in town that night. Four bouncers to each pub is a little disconcerting, especially when you have an English accent and full tourist clobber (although it appeared we were somewhat over cautious about possible anti-English sentiments. We encountered a particularly grumpy cabbie but decided he was just a miserable git rather than plotting ways to make the English suffer).

We were pleased to discover that our B&B was ran by possibly The Most Helpful Bloke In The World (who, it transpired, had spent some time living in Eastbourne). Small world blah blah.


Inverness Castle