Achanor House B&B
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... and it took us just over four hours.
After checking into our hotel we decided to go to the Culloden Battlefield site - we wanted to visit the site while we were in Inverness and decided to do it sooner rather than later because of the weather prediction of gale force winds expected during the evening and into the next day. The visitor centre at the site gives an excellent overview of the battle from both sides - the English and ...
... very sobering feeling to know that this occurred and that the battle field still holds many secrets. There is continuing archaeological digs underway to recover artifacts and get a better understanding as to who is here as the whole are is one huge graveyard.
There is a memorial cairn situated in the center of where the battle occurred that was erected in 1881 to commemorate the fallen clans in the mass graves all around you. There are also headstones ...
Another dull and lifeless shower too.
We ordered dial a pizza as by this time we were all a bit knackered. Most of us fell asleep before the pizza was cold.
SO, cold pizza for breakfast today and the off to St Andrews (rather than staying at Dundee)
On the way out of Aberdeen, we spied a castle called Dunottar. Not one that I have heard of before. This was a really interesting castle, famous for hiding the ...
... arrived at the National Hotel in Dingwall, it was almost 6:30 pm. Our first long day of driving was complete! The hotel was a really neat old building. The carpet was tartan and the rooms mostly held single beds. In the dining area, the hotel staff had started a fire in the fireplace for us. Ms. Smith took a photo of me addressing the group and sent out a tweet claiming that I was reciting Macbeth in front of the fire. Though this is very ...
... We reach the platform. I check the board. I say, “Oh, Aberdeen 17.31 – it’s on the other side.”
A woman overhears me.
Alison, quite startled by the unexpected outcry and ensuing cacophony of sobs and curses, promptly runs back to the car and zips off in a vain attempt to pick up the flowers and return to the station in time.
Meanwhile, everyone is staring at the crumpled heap ...