Not knowing if touring a more northern country this time of the year was going to be wise, was always going to be a gamble. However, the more we travel in Scotland, the more we warm to it – despite the weather. The scenery delights and the Scots are super friendly.
We may just have one more castle visit in us. But that’s not today. A short bus ride drops us a stone’s throw from Inverness Castle. Despite its impressive position, we give it a cold shoulder. Turn our backs and head for the cathedral. (There’s novel!)
We cross the river in search of the small cathedral. Flag waving supporters for the Palestinian People line both sides of the bridge. Hoping to engage. Maybe get a donation. We stop and chat with Wendy. It’s damp and very blowy. Despite having a severely disabled son, she commits to keeping Palestine’s plight visible.
We turn our backs on the cathedral too. A set charge for entry required. Not the best advert for a house of prayer and worship. A peep through the window reveals no visitors inside!
By the time we recross, the flags have moved to wave outside Council House.
The weather changes. We go in search of somewhere warm and dry.
Having invested in a joint National Trust for Scotland membership we head up to Culloden Battlefield, where the last pitched battle on British soil was fought in 1746. A place where GB history hung in the balance. But very briefly. We spend a hugely windy thirty minutes hanging on to every fascinating word shouted out by Callum, before retiring to the visitor centre. If only history was taught like this sixty years ago! And I don’t mean in a field!!
Our day ends a little further north at Camping Golspie.