Today has been the first day since we arrived that we haven’t been given a parade; but then it’s also been the first day without bouts or torrential rain – so it’s a break even result I think. Sunday is a day for repose, and there has been a substantial amount of that going on. Coffee has also been involved.
Late in the afternoon we got sorted out enough to go to another town in search of waterproof trekking pants for Thursday, when apparently we are preparing to summit the highest peak in the highlands and are allowing for a return of the torrential rain. Not sure that’s exactly what I signed on for, but at least it’ll be interesting to see a parade on the top of a remote granite hill.
After the shopping, we nipped over to Loch an Eilein (literally, we think, “a lake with an island”) where there was reputed to be the ruins of a castle on the said island. In the end it turned out to be more of an old wall than anything recognisable as a castle per se, but it did nonetheless bear witness to the sort of project that most modern builders would probably baulk at. Quite a nice forest walk to the best viewpoint too, so it was happy times.
Since then we have busied ourselves researching precisely which distilleries need to be visited in the next few days, as apparently there are just one or two (ousadn) to choose from in this part of the world.
Everything in one place 