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... changed from our last visit in 1989. Re-enactments, conducted tour, and excellent interpretative centre. The last battle fought on British soil, 16th April 1746, saw the defeat of Bonnie Prince Charlie and the Jacobites for good. Fish and chips for lunch at the small village of Helmsdale (Valley of the Helmets). Driving up the east coast, good weather and ...
... small and not with all the usual ammenities. We then went for a walk. We were not doing today's excursion, so we were free until dinner at 7:00. We walked down the street towards the small pedestrian mall area. We found a used bookstore where I purchased two SF paperbacks. We then went to a free museum, Caithness Horizons. It had an exhibit of Pictish carvings, another about a decommissioned fast breed nuclear reactor that ...
... of local council chamber, so is rather solid and sombre looking; the north aisle looks superficially like a church, except the arches on the one side - that would have adjoined the nave - come right down to the ground giving it a very odd look. Nevertheless we learned about - and I quote here from the information board, so it must be true - "...a flying ball of mist-like plague that the canons caught in a sheet. They buried the threat with a bell, book and candle on the ...
... about it afterwards, we really should have driven them there, but didn't connect at the time.
We had our lunch tucked in under a grassy bank out of the wind, looking over the north coast towards the Orkneys, still not feeling that we were at all at the end of Britain, then walked up over the headland so that we were facing east and could only see empty sea, and suddenly did feel as if we were at the end of it all (even knowing ...
... it. I perched on the remaining space, and the dog delightedly licked me; Graham remained standing. Fair enough, the dog was there first, I suppose. The young man, phone glued to his ear so we were never entirely sure whether he was talking to us or his phone, then proceeded into a long story of his dog's health and history.
Then half an hour to Perth, which is a tad smaller than its Australian namesake. Another half hour wait, then a two-hour train to Inverness. At last we ...