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... the poor octopus must have been swimming minutes before we ate!
This afternoon we walked up the hill behind the light house at Dunnet Head, the most northerly point on the mainland, then drove to our quaint B&B at John O'Groats where we are staying two nights.
The wind, which according to our lovely guide at the Castle of Mey, The Queen Mother's personal castle, was not blowing - hard to be believed - we had our over coats on protecting us against the chill factor ...
... control of the birds. Afterwards we walked over to the museum which housed the collections from previous Dukes, including numerous trophy heads - including a giraffe, elephant, etc. There also Pict carvings on tablets plus shells, fossils, ores, archeological dig relics, jewelry and crafts from Africa, India, Tibet, Java, China, and other regions around the world. We then found a bench on which to sit until it was time ...
... On the VERY SPOT on which we were now standing! HOW exciting.
Then it was almost time for Gloam House to be open, so, passing by the organic food shop for lunch supplies, we drove back to Rosemarkie and were just parking as the nice volunteer came out to open the doors. We joked that we had been queueing all night, and he proudly informed the other volunteer that "an orderly queue had formed outside."
The contents of the tiny museum were on two floors: ...
... was probably just over the horizon!) We had a lovely windy walk along the clifftops to see the famous Duncansby Stacks, and then cut back through the heather to the road from where Gray very nobly trotted up the hill to fetch the car, leaving me to play photos overlooking the tiny beach.
By now it was getting quite late so although we had ambitions to see the Neolithic sites near Wick, we decided to call it a day and make our way gently back ...
The Inverness train was full of cheerful, chatty souls (we kept wondering if they were the four-and-twenty ex-virgins, on their way back to Inverness, but couldn't really think of a way of phrasing that question politely!) who quickly realised we were tourists (how?? we're so cool, my camera is packed away and we aren't wearing Akubras!) and started giving us advice as to where we should be going, and telling us all about their cruise to Venice (and making us very glad ...