Goodbye Scotland...Will Ya Nay Come Back Again..
It is a sad day today as basically it is the last day for Scotland! Tomorrow will be driving back to Edinburgh, turning in the rental car, and settling in our hotel for our early flights home on Tuesday, Oct. 5th. This also will most likely be my last blog. It's been fun and I know that I will enjoy looking at the blog capsule when we are home.
Today we basically decided to tour up the A9 into the West Highland.

We crossed the bridge over the Moray Firth onto the Black Isle. (Now there is a place we still have not explored.) Across the Cromarty Firth through Tain, across the Dornoch Firth with a stop at the Dunrobin Castle. Dunrobin is beautiful and has huge gardens, and is the great house of the earls and dukes of Sutherland.
Dunrobin Castle
From there the next stop was Brora. Oh we have such great memories of our golf at Dornoch and Brora.
I am pleased to report that Brora Golf Club still uses electric fences around it's greens and the weather was almost as bad as when we played before. I wish we would have had time for a quick game.
Further on to Wick where Robert Louis Stevenson spent some of his boyhood. But you can't find a restaurant open in the town on a Sunday noon. We finally gave up and ate at a Tesco (the big grocery store) cafe. Yuck! But I had a Sunday brunch which tasted pretty good since we have been living on peanut butter, jelly and toast most mornings.
From Wick we deviated onto A99 so that we could go to John o' Groats.
All tourists have their picture taken at The Last House in Scotland. Like the southern tip of England 878 miles south is called Land's End, John o' Groat is the northern equivalent.
Here you can catch the ferry to Orkney Islands and the Pentland Firth.
This use to be the grand hotel at the end of Scotland. Several bikers have been riding today and getting group shots here with their bikes, shirts OFF and plaid blankets around the lower body. Crazy Youth!.
Further around A99 is the Castle of Mey across from Island of Stroma. Also great vistas of Dunnet Head the most northern point of Britain. Gorgeous!!
Castle of Mey
We drove on out by Dunnet Head which is the furthest north of Britain.

Dunnet Head Dunnet Bay.
The scenery is incredible the weather could not cooperate for good pictures.
At Thurso we have to make a decision. We park alongside the river and look at the map, the time, and then decide to do the logical thing which is to take A9 south cutting back to the Dunrobin Castle is and then back to Inverness the way we came. WHAT I WANT TO DO is to go onward on A836 to the Kyle of Tongue and then south o a scenic highway which goes past Loch Loyal, Loch Naver, etc. etc. all gorgeous country side through the Kyle of Tongue. BUT sanity pervails dang it!! It is now 2pm and the roads from Tongue onward towards Inverness are SINGLE CARRIAGE. That means very slow driving.
Driving back towards Inverness I feel such sadness. Sadness that we are leaving Scotland, sadness of the things we did not get to do which we had hoped to do and see. It is a difficult point of view to say where the "most" of anything is...but I would venture that my heart says Scotland is one of the most beautiful, friendly, loving, caring, blessed places on the face of this old earth.
Along A9, I pulled the car off to look out and listen. The beautiful Bens are in the distances and I could watch the clouds come in and out and play with the light around them. Only adding to this majesty was the wee stream that ran through the meadow with the most musical sounds of the trip.
Will we nay come back again. I think only God knows. The trip while seeming like a long time in the beginning has proved to be too short. The time together for us has been such a wonderful memory, one that I know we will always look back upon as a forever favorite.
God Bless. The End.
Today we basically decided to tour up the A9 into the West Highland.

We crossed the bridge over the Moray Firth onto the Black Isle. (Now there is a place we still have not explored.) Across the Cromarty Firth through Tain, across the Dornoch Firth with a stop at the Dunrobin Castle. Dunrobin is beautiful and has huge gardens, and is the great house of the earls and dukes of Sutherland.
Dunrobin CastleFrom there the next stop was Brora. Oh we have such great memories of our golf at Dornoch and Brora.
I am pleased to report that Brora Golf Club still uses electric fences around it's greens and the weather was almost as bad as when we played before. I wish we would have had time for a quick game.Further on to Wick where Robert Louis Stevenson spent some of his boyhood. But you can't find a restaurant open in the town on a Sunday noon. We finally gave up and ate at a Tesco (the big grocery store) cafe. Yuck! But I had a Sunday brunch which tasted pretty good since we have been living on peanut butter, jelly and toast most mornings.
From Wick we deviated onto A99 so that we could go to John o' Groats.
All tourists have their picture taken at The Last House in Scotland. Like the southern tip of England 878 miles south is called Land's End, John o' Groat is the northern equivalent.
Here you can catch the ferry to Orkney Islands and the Pentland Firth.
This use to be the grand hotel at the end of Scotland. Several bikers have been riding today and getting group shots here with their bikes, shirts OFF and plaid blankets around the lower body. Crazy Youth!.Further around A99 is the Castle of Mey across from Island of Stroma. Also great vistas of Dunnet Head the most northern point of Britain. Gorgeous!!
Castle of MeyWe drove on out by Dunnet Head which is the furthest north of Britain.

Dunnet Head Dunnet Bay.
The scenery is incredible the weather could not cooperate for good pictures.
At Thurso we have to make a decision. We park alongside the river and look at the map, the time, and then decide to do the logical thing which is to take A9 south cutting back to the Dunrobin Castle is and then back to Inverness the way we came. WHAT I WANT TO DO is to go onward on A836 to the Kyle of Tongue and then south o a scenic highway which goes past Loch Loyal, Loch Naver, etc. etc. all gorgeous country side through the Kyle of Tongue. BUT sanity pervails dang it!! It is now 2pm and the roads from Tongue onward towards Inverness are SINGLE CARRIAGE. That means very slow driving.
Driving back towards Inverness I feel such sadness. Sadness that we are leaving Scotland, sadness of the things we did not get to do which we had hoped to do and see. It is a difficult point of view to say where the "most" of anything is...but I would venture that my heart says Scotland is one of the most beautiful, friendly, loving, caring, blessed places on the face of this old earth.
Along A9, I pulled the car off to look out and listen. The beautiful Bens are in the distances and I could watch the clouds come in and out and play with the light around them. Only adding to this majesty was the wee stream that ran through the meadow with the most musical sounds of the trip.Will we nay come back again. I think only God knows. The trip while seeming like a long time in the beginning has proved to be too short. The time together for us has been such a wonderful memory, one that I know we will always look back upon as a forever favorite.
God Bless. The End.




































