Maple Court Hotel
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... the car to return to the hotel and a warm room but before we got thee we decided to visit a large retail complex just up the road from the hotel so we went to see what type of shops it contained. It reminded us of Cambridge with more shops, including clothing stores and, like Cambridge, each shop was separate.
We hope the wind is a little less boisterous tomorrow as we intend to visit some of the sites on the shores of Loch Ness.
... So instead of the entire lines meeting at the same time, the Jacobites met the English at one point, in a long trailing line. This allowed the English to slaughter the Jacobites, and they were defeated in less than an hour. Over 1,200 Jacobites lost their lives, compared to 50 English. And it didn't end there. The English chased the retreating Jacobites and slaughtered as many more as they could.
To prevent any further Scottish uprising, the English government tried ...
... the Falls of Foyer and around.
So that's what we did.
We went to see the falls which were gorgeous! And talked heaps about travel, companions, gear, places we want to go, pretty much everything I talk about usually.
After the walk we sat and had a tea at a little cafe up near the end of the walk and wrote postcards. Sorry everyone at home, this one is going to M&S ...
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The rush, spontaneity and ecstasy of my life in Italy seems like particles of a distant dream already as, a few weeks into my return, I find myself racing through Nairn high street with a woman I've barely met named Alison. I say racing but let us accept that as a very loose term for a car filled with the intent and desire for speed but the actuality of being overtaken by every other means of transport available to the road; one-armed, blind pedestrians ...