Right back to it. I'm slow. Sue me.
Where was I. Ah, yes, traveling north to Inverness, we visited the lovely and popular Urquhart Castle in Drumnadrochit on the north side of Loch Ness. Urquhart Castle is the number one visitors attraction in Scotland.
Despite the crappy weather, this was worth the stop, as the castle itself, like most Scottish castles has quite the history.
We then stopped in Fort Augustus for a brew and lunch. Somehow Mel ended up with a Coors, which was not to her liking. I think she asked for a Tennants. How it became mixed up with Coors Light, is anyones guess. An apparent communications breakdown with the bartender.
Anyway, we found our lodgings for the evening atthe Glen Albyn Lodge - a fantastic B&B owned by a warm, humorous, and welcoming British couple, Dennis and Helen.
Since it was pouring down rain and we had no idea what to do, Dennis suggested we hike over to the Invergarry castle ruins.
The cool thing about Scotland, and I suspect much of the UK, is the "go at your own risk" thing. Meaning, there is no "private property", and you can go where you like.
So, if the ruins are, say, fenced in with piles of construction paraphenalia and signs such as the following, you can still go in. And if you break a fingernail - or your neck, you can't sue. Oh, how nice that would be in the States.
Yes, we "ignored at our own peril" and squeezed through a hole in the wire fencing.
It was nice to see a castle ruin in its skeletal form minus all the placards and neat illustrations explaining what everything was. We stood in the silence, listening to the rain and imagined what it was.
Plus managing to not puncture ourselves on rusty nails meant no tetnus, so it was a win-win.