The Castletown Hotel
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- Free parking
- Pets allowed
TripAdvisor Reviews The Castletown Hotel Thurso
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... the hotel at 6:45 and dinner was at 7:15. Jean quickly took a shower to warm up. I closed the window and turned on the heat. We then went to dinner. We sat with Butch and Linda again. We talked about various hotel/B&B experiences among other things. Dinner for me was a prawn salad, salmon with potato and veggies, and cherry flan. After dinner I settled our bar tab and we returned to the room to pack for our travel day and watched the Bond movie ...
... mustard or canola fields.
She also told me what that very white bird I told about yesterday, being chased by the cow is. No one seems to have ever heard of a Herrine, as I had mentioned before, so I think maybe it is a different kind of Heron than I am used to seeing where I live. They can fly, whereas an emu can’t. She did say they sit in trees also, just as our Heron do.
We crossed over the Kessock Bridge ...
... found it, it really was quite remarkable. The well itself was tiny, a little concrete basin perhaps only about 40cm x 30 cm, fairly full of coins, and the trees all around were absolutely thick with clothing - everything from babies' nappy liners (canny one, that - pick something designed to rot away quickly!) to underwear to dresses to jackets - even a fluoro safety jacket (I wonder how he explained that to his boss when he returned from his shift without it!) and a ...
... sea stacks. The parking was in amongst some old WWII gun emplacements, now rather grotty, litter- and crab-shell-infested ruins, but the walk along the clifftops was lovely. The Brough of Bigging, despite its lovely name, was a bit suss: a very modern, manufactured-looking set of low stone walls on a pretty windswept headland: we speculated that perhaps there was an unexcavated (or re-covered) archaeological site on the headland (there certainly SHOULD have been ...
... trains to keep the lines clear!
Further north still, some stations don't even have platforms or a station building, just a little hut and a patch of gravel onto which you scramble. But someone loves them: we saw one had a Bronze Award for a Tidy Station affixed proudly to its shed wall. Hard to be anything other than tidy when all you have to do is rake the gravel!
Alongside the fences are strange wooden fence-like structures, rather rotten and weathered, that ...