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Jimmy's coastal walk : day 34
This is likely to be my final stint of three consecutive days walking for 2012. Soon the clocks will change, bringing dark evenings even earlier. I missed the opportunity to walk during the sunny, settled weather at the beginning of October due to other commitments. I had hoped to walk last week but a very wet forecast which brought flooding to the north made me postpone my plan.
Setting off on a Monday ...
Jimmy's coastal walk : Day 32 - Picts and mermaids
... Hilton for short) is another Pictish stone, or rather, a replica, for the original is in the National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh. A road sign near the villages indicates the direction of Ballintore and Hilton. This has led to people arriving in the village inquiring as to the whereabouts of the Hilton Hotel.
I was well catered for at the B&B with an excellent evening meal included for an additional £5.
Distance covered: 14.8 miles
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Fort George
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If you like guns, this is your place. Not only are there all sorts of cannons around the battlements, but there is a huge collection of old muskets in an arms museum inside. But we preferred the calm of the regimental chapel, whose central stained-glass window depicts not only St. George with his dragon, but a bagpipe-playing angel. ...
Nairn and Culloden
... is not much to see, but its excellent museum finally answered a question that had been bothering me: why would Hector McAlister, a solid Presbyterian, have been backing Charles Stuart, who would restore a Roman Catholic to the throne? This museum put the battle into its larger, European context and showed the complexity of the Jacobite cause: "Many embraced Jacobitism because they believed ...
Jimmy's coastal walk : day 30
... a major estuary. Of the four it was the least pleasant to walk across with only a narrow footpath and no barrier between me and the surging A9 traffic. A brisk wind didn't help. It wasn't a place to stop for photographs. I didn't know it at the time but the north end of the bridge notched up the 500 miles.
My hope was to cross the bridge and catch a bus back to Inverness which in turn would ...