I flew to Inverness on the 6th, with Jill to follow on the 11th. The trip itself is to introduce Jill to some of the highlights I found on my recent trips: Glen Affric, Skye, Ullapool; nothing original there I guess. I traveled early, to make my own mini-NC500, »
Quite the trip.
I was up bright and early, too early to even see my great AirBnB hosts to thank them, walked the half-mile to the train station. For a long time, it was just me and the train, so I selected a good seat and went outside and »
I woke up this morning and thought, I’ll go to Wick. And now I here am. But only for a few minutes; well no, I’m here overnight, but still, only saw my wonderful AirBnB hosts to say hello when I arrived (didn’t want to interrupt their dinner).
Last night there »
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 »
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.
Inverness was everything I hoped for, seemingly the most temperate area, certainly north of the Central Belt; a good location for heading out to explore, even down to London; and lots going on in the arts and technology, a hub for the highlands and islands.
Everywhere I went »
Third and last time in Inverness on this trip. I had been thinking of going up to Wick for the day, but realized, after a not-too-early start and a detour on the way, that would never happen, and stopped when I got to Dornoch and explored the effects of »
I originally arrived Inverness last week, on the connecting flight from Amsterdam with Delta/KLM. Very nice airport, but a ways out of town. Bus proved very effective for getting into town, but I left my gloves on the bus and over the next few days, the staff of the »
I think this is the third try to take photos from the train in the UK. Previously some combination of not sitting by the window, window too dirty, train moving too fast, lack of clear views ahead, had conspired to make it a fruitless exercise. This time I was »
