Lost in Inverness

Jag forstar inte det har med Brittiska stader, jag kor alltid vilse. Imorse akte vi fran Skye, det var rejalt mulet och regnade till och fran. Pa vag upp till Inverness stannade vi vid Urquhart Castle, mest for att se utsikten over Loch Ness. Mamma fick lana en permobil, det var riktigt roligt men blev lite kallt iom att hon satt stilla. Det vara bara pekfingret som rorde sig (gasen).

Sedan skulle vi kora genom Inverness, en ganska liten stad, trodde vi. Den ma vara liten, men det gick jattebra att kora vilse, och eftersom solen inte syntes tappade vi snart bort vaderstrecken. Till slut hittade mamma gatan vi befann oss pa pa kartan, och det visade sig att vi var pa vag tillbaka mot Loch Ness. Sa vi vande och behovde bara svanga vanster for att komma ratt. Men det fick man inte. Vi korde fram och tillbaka i centrum, till slut korde vi medvetet at fel hall, samt stannade pa en mack och fragade om vagen.

Fortsatte till Culloden, platsen for det sista slaget mellan skottar och engelsman 1746. Det var rorande, manniskor lagger fortfarande blommor och minnessaker vid de olika klanernas minnesstenar.

Till slut vande vi norrut och kom fram till nattens boende, Carbisdale Castle, ett stort maktigt slott, superfint. Langre norrut kommer vi inte, imorgon bar det av soderut igen.

BU

Driving in Britain is really difficult, I always seem to make a wrong turn or get lost. This morning we left Skye for Urquhart Castle, to have a look att Loch Ness. Mom got to borrow a permobile, a little shopping car they called it. She had great fun, and will probably want to drive the car when she gets back home 🙂

We continued to Inverness, a small town we thought. Small it may be, but we managed to get lost anyway. By the time we found our way again we were well on our way back to Loch Ness. So we retraced our tracks and tried to turn right, which was prohibited, we kept ending up in the middle of town. Finally we went the wrong way (south) on purpose, and after asking for directions we managed to get to Culloden Battle Field, the site for the last battle between the Scottish and the English in 1746. It was touching to see that people still leave flowers and little things at the different clans burial stones.

Finally we turned north, and are now at Carbisdale Castle were we are staing for the night. This is as far north as we’ll get, tomorrow we turn south again.