Colourless Green

From the Wee Bar, we made our way into the central area. I popped into Frasers to check out whether i could get a kilt. I found my family tartan!
Being rare, the kilt would be roughly 1000$. I decided to pass.
The rest of the shots are outtakes from the central city. We got some food at a pub and decided to call it a night as tomorrow is an early one.

Today, we slept in on our rock hard bed and went into Drumndrochit for breakfast at a little cafe. Traffic was backed up really far along the main road.

After breakfast, we drove 40 minutes to battlefield Culloden, where we got a guided tour.

We prepared the museum afterwards (rehashing the same stuff we just learned) and made our way into Inverness.

Nestled in a suburban-style neighborhood is Aviemore Stone circle.
It has stood here for over 4000 years.
Whoa.

Perth, Scotland.

My ancestral home. In 1400-1450, my family owned this patch of land. 300 years later, many would move to America. Others would move south to the English border.

It felt very strange "coming back" to a place i never knew i had left.

Thursday?
Today we say goodbye to Melville and hello to Inverness.
En route, we will view a couple of castles and a stone circle.

After leaving Melville, we wen into Edinburgh.
We dropped by a grocery store because
I split my pants getting out of the car. My tactics for avoiding that problem are thwarted with this particular steering wheel layout. Brand new pants too. Grr.

At the grocery, we noticed that food is very inexpensive here.

A couple more miles and we were at to William Scott and Sons, a sporran maker.

It was a manufacturing facility, stuffed with product. It smelled of leather. And the man working was extraordinarily friendly and accommodating.

I wanted to buy, but didn't have enough cash. He doesn't do sales to the public usually. I tried to get cash out at the ATM, but was denied.

I left with information on how to order as well as a couple of better sporran chains. I also left having changed into my kilt.

This is why i don't wear pants anymore.

By the time we left, it was 2. We have to get going!!! There are castles!

I FOUND IT, and it wasn't closed!

This was a beautiful cemetery. Creepy and decrepit. The captain's headstone was my favourite. The headstones were in great shape for their age. It was very small and laid out like, well, a uterus.