Ben Mhor Hotel
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... spires and church steeples visible over the tops of the more modern buildings. As we got closer to our destination the rain began, well more like a heavy mist. The countryside changed to more hills, and as we got closer to Inverary the scenery was so picturesque. There were lochs, with banks full of trees and then rolling hills. We arrived about 4.00pm, and checked into the, now tired, Argyle Hotel, but the room was reasonably ...
... I sure hope my revelation didn't dispel your romantic
notions of these retrobates. Coming right up to date, we must again delve back
into history to reveal one of the truly remarkable echos of our past; Elgin
Cathedral is a place standing in pieces for much of the past 800 years. A place
of solemn beauty that still stands stoically have faced down burnings aplenty,
centuries of North Eastern storms and every travail man could imagine
inflicting upon ...
... towards Aviemore in the Cairngorms National Park with Britain's highest and most massive mountain range: its biggest native
forests; spectacularly clean rivers and lochs; moorland and farmland. We planned to stay 4/5 days here exploring. We took day trips from Aviemore which has existed since the 1600's and really opened up with the railway. This area is busy 4 seasons of the year with lots of skiing in the winter. We visited the Highland ...
... cottage with a thatched roof and a huge new visitors centre. Lots of info on the battle itself, very interesting. Now onto Grantown-on-Spey, our hotel here is almost unbelievable, first up it is supposedly haunted, it looks like someone has decided to make a hotel by joined two old houses together, it looks like they have built a large dining room and bar in between them, very odd, anyway we have a shocking room, if it ...
... was feeling rather good. I got roped into one of the dances, that God only knows what it was called. After a couple of songs, the torture ended, and I was off the hook. It was now about 10pm, so I retreated to my room and spent some time reformatting the pictures of the day and then uploading them to facebook. I decided to wait on writing the blog for the day, and would try to do that by memory on the bus in the morning. I finally shut off the lights at ...