You can only imagine what freakin’ spellcheck wants to do with the names of these places we are visiting!
I’ve been down and out for a couple of days. My photo output has suffered as a result. But there are a few.
We had a respectable sunset day before yesterday (whatever day that was):
The next morning, we packed up to head for Nairn. The mechanics of getting four adults with different needs and schedules into one car at a certain time are always interesting, but we generally succeeded. As it had been since our arrival, the wind was constant, gusting to at least 30 and probably more. It was incessant, but it made me appreciate the quality of the building.
Our first stop was Dun Beag, a prehistoric dwelling only a few thousand years old. See the pic below that explains the various levels.
These are shots taken from below the Broch.
And inside the ruin:
The view from the top was nice, as long as you stayed upright to appreciate it. It was enough to knock you over if you weren’t prepared for it.
Everyone posed, planned or not.
By the time we finished here, I was winded, so my picture taking for the day was pretty much at an end. There was the excitement of a blown tire, and a warm ride in a tow truck (where was the champagne or scotch to smooth us?), but the bill for the tow and tire was at least a quarter of what it would be in the States.
We finally made it to Nairn, outside of Inverness and close to the ocean. We had a pleasant last dinner together at a beach restaurant that included another taste of scotch and a dessert called a Highland Syllabub, which I had to order just to know. It was enjoyable. We walked back to our rental, Cody and Autumn packed, and I crashed as soon as I hit the pillow.
Today - again, what day is it? - we took Cody and Autumn to the airport at 5:15 am. Later, I went into town looking for a haircut, and I rounded a corner to face a band fundraiser:
It was pretty cool sitting on the sidewalk watching them play. They would stop and the Director would make a few comments and corrections, maybe tweak a drone or two.
I had found my barbershop and made an appointment, so I returned for that. He was a wizard, working faster than I have ever seen someone cut hair. Not that I have a lot, but he made quick work of everything on my head, then there was a surprise moment. He grabbed a long stick and lit it and proceeded to whack my ears with it. My eyes must have been like saucers, because I had never had or heard of Turkish singeing. No pain at all, just surprise, and it was effective. If you are curious, go to this video:
Vicki went to trade in the “posh” car for another one, easier to maneuver on little roads. And we are soon headed for dinner.
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