Cawdor Castle is nestled in amongst trees and guarded by fences and signs. It must be small, not looming on any horizon. Our time is limited, the entrance fee steep. We leave the castle, a Shakespearian imagining, yet possibly more mysterious because of that.
We do find our cute name place; Moss of Barmuckity. It is a little place that is a ramshackle smattering of farm houses and fields loosely affiliated with Barmuckity House. The crows in the field are the most active members of the place.
Loch Ness is a long, deep lake. The drive is mesmirising. Tall trees, dark water and steep hills beside the road for hours. We call into the Loch Ness exhibition and join the other tourists for the technological display of things Nessie. We come away with our own bent on the legend.
Ben Nevis is on our way. Cold and sporting summer snow, it boasts resort potential for ski sports and climbing.
We salute it as we try to find our way to the ferry port for the Isle of Mull. The road is not on the map, and the road the gps takes us on is windy and narrow and can only be driven on at low speeds, halting and jerking all the way, for hours and hours and hours. The scenery is lovely, but tedious and a little troubling. There was no way to book a place on this ferry. It was turn up and hope.
We found the dock after many twists and turns and ups and downs and lined up ready for the trip to the island. We continued our conversations with people we had met along the way. This was our last chance to get to the island. We hoped we could get on the ferry.
All was well. There was room for all the cyclists, walkers and cars. The ferry staff were very helpful and cheery. We left the mainland for our next adventure in the castle.
We do find our cute name place; Moss of Barmuckity. It is a little place that is a ramshackle smattering of farm houses and fields loosely affiliated with Barmuckity House. The crows in the field are the most active members of the place.
Loch Ness is a long, deep lake. The drive is mesmirising. Tall trees, dark water and steep hills beside the road for hours. We call into the Loch Ness exhibition and join the other tourists for the technological display of things Nessie. We come away with our own bent on the legend.
Ben Nevis is on our way. Cold and sporting summer snow, it boasts resort potential for ski sports and climbing.
We salute it as we try to find our way to the ferry port for the Isle of Mull. The road is not on the map, and the road the gps takes us on is windy and narrow and can only be driven on at low speeds, halting and jerking all the way, for hours and hours and hours. The scenery is lovely, but tedious and a little troubling. There was no way to book a place on this ferry. It was turn up and hope.
We found the dock after many twists and turns and ups and downs and lined up ready for the trip to the island. We continued our conversations with people we had met along the way. This was our last chance to get to the island. We hoped we could get on the ferry.
All was well. There was room for all the cyclists, walkers and cars. The ferry staff were very helpful and cheery. We left the mainland for our next adventure in the castle.
Phew! Glad you got the ferry and the GPS didn't lead you astray.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a message of welcome on the rock wall at Tobermory!
ReplyDeleteYeah! :)
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