Here I am back in Inverness. Yesterday I was on trains to Dundee, Ladybank, Perth & Inverness. Today was odd; given it was Sunday, I had nothing planned.
On the train to Dundee I was facing backwards, constantly turning around and was quite nauseous by the time we »
This trip was brought on by a number of inspirations (some of which came to me on my previous visit)
photographing the mountains with snow on them
not worry about getting around in the snow by taking the train (or bus)
taking photographs from the train
in case the train wasn’t working »
Holm Mill bridge is the name selected for the bridge on the new West Link bypass, which is now open to traffic. This is what it looked like in March when I was visiting Inverness.
I wanted to see a lot more of Scotland, and I certainly did that; and while, unfortunately, far too much of it was viewed through a car window, it was still all great. Again I met lots of wonderful, nice and helpful people; especially after I sprained my ankle!
After my original hopes to sweep through the North York Moors and Yorkshire Wolds, not necessarily in that order, and not forgetting the coast, after these hopes came to nothing, that just left the Yorkshire Dales. Alan was a hero, and did all the driving for two days, as »
When I arrived at Moffat the night before, I had a vague idea I’d been here before, but I didn’t recognize anything. In the early morning of a new day, I realized I had, but last time I had approached from the south, not the north, as it was »
Another day, another long drive; but if I hadn’t come right along Loch Tay (annoyingly, fortunately? in the dark), if I hadn’t woken up in Killin, would I have known anything about the Falls of Dochart?
One of the things I became very focused on even before, but more so after, my trip in March, 2017, was the whole idea of, if you want “endangered species” to survive, and hopefully prosper, then you needed to protect, and hopefully grow, endangered environments, or more particularly, the »
As well as providing great breakfasts, Susan and Alistair always had time for good conversations, and it was during one of these times they mentioned Glen Strathfarrar, with a private road up the glen on which just a few cars are allowed each day. Well, it’s not every day »
The injury to my ankle was a real problem. There didn’t seem any point in going any further north into Assynt. I had been trying to find a route back into, and out of, Inverness, to meet up with my friend Matt Sillars, and one of the “other places” »
