Pitfaranne Guest House
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- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Continental Breakfast
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Edinburgh was an overnight stop-off for us before we head north into the Scottish Highlands. Breakfast on Wednesday morning offered the same food as the other hotels we had stayed in with one exception - Black Pudding. Chris added a piece of Black Pudding to her plate but Bruce decided that it wasn’t something he was going to eat.
After breakfast we walked the kilometre to the Hertz Office where we picked up the hire car we ...
... so we didn't have to wait long before one came across the trestle.
Our next stop was Cawdor Castle. Cawdor is another name for Calder, they are interchangeable. If you remember Macbeth, it was set in Scotland and he was called the Thane of Cawdor. However, this castle did not exist in the days of Shakespeare's Macbeth. But Macbeth really did exist as did Duncan. Cawdor Castle is still lived in 7 months of the year by ...
... of Georgian military architecture in Britain" and still a working army base. We walked and climbed around. Looked at the views and took in the atmosphere of the site, including barrack rooms with life size soldier models, a collection of Georgian weaponry, and a really good museum of the Queen's Highlander regiments. Ran out of time again and left as they closed. Drove to a camp site near ...
... of the setting sun on the summer solstice. The third was an elevated platform which may have been a place for ceremonies. The structures were ringed by henges and standing stones, including a cleft stone reminiscent of that described in the Outlander book. I hadn’t known about the book series before this trip – now I’ll have to read them!
Our last stop was Culloden Moor, site of the 1746 battle where ...
... be left alone!?
The train arrives and we manage to get on only to be confronted, yet again, with the incredible human condition of indifference. Two young lads, about nineteen years old, tanned, handsome, sporting identical work shirts for Scottish Hydro; either side of a four-seater table, both with their feet up, one ear-phone in; just exuding I-don’t-give-a-damn-ness. The woman is begging, between little jumps of pain, for them ...