It was a breakfast and packing morning. That all goes rather quickly, of course. First, in fact, we just spent a leisurely amount of time in our room.
This hotel is fine for what it is, but it’s a bit of a stretch to read that we are in a “luxury room”. The tub casing (if that’s what one calls the plastic siding) has cracks. The bathroom floor is in dire need of repair. The curtain is old and saggy. The lampshades have holes in them. The heater on the wall doesn’t work so they have a portable one in the room. The chairs in the lounges are rather old and the armchairs have rips in them. Some of the dining tables had two salt shakers and some had two for pepper. That one just made my laugh. In some ways it’s just rather charming in that “my this is an old place!” way, but I wonder how long they can last without really working on the place. Still, I love the location and the staff (all two of them that we’ve seen) are friendly. (The young woman, who has, I believe, an accent that would suggest she’s from England, said she arrived two weeks ago when they opened for the season. In other words, they don’t function year round.)
In any case, it was time to say goodbye. We have only one more stop in beautiful Scotland and it’s a place I visited back in the summer of 1974!
Breakfast occurred. As breakfast seems to do. Dan had more salmon and scrambled eggs and I opted for porridge. I do love oatmeal, but I think I like the word porridge even more. Yep. I’m silly that way.
After breakfast we pulled a few things out of the car so we could pack up, and then up to our room for showers and getting all things ready.
Then it was time to check out and head south.
I never wrote about “the wave”. Or I guess I should say “the waves”! When you are at a passing place, nearly always everybody acknowledges the other driver. Either it’s a wave, two fingers up like a peace sign, a thumbs up, or just one finger up on the steering wheel. Not the middle finger mind you! With cyclists and motorcycles, you get a head nod. It’s all so polite. Now, if you make a blunder and pull to the right instead of the left, you might get an angry person, signaling that you should go left, but that’s rare.
(Side note: I’m reading what I wrote above and instead of “blunder” I typed “blender”. Please know I rarely do a good job proof reading. I hate to think of how many silly typos I have. Just laugh at me and move on. That’s what I do.)
And signs … there’s of course the passing place, but we’ve also seen warning signs for sheep, cows, deer, red squirrels, and today a new one: OTTERS. Yep. Really. I should have taken a photo. There was also an “observe speed limit” sign today. Hmmm. Does that mean we could have ignored it up until that sign? I wonder.
When we left the Altnaharra Hotel we started out in the same road we were on yesterday when we returned. Goodbye dear hotel. You were a bit of a puzzlement in some ways, but I enjoyed our stay!

As we began the drive we encountered “not rain” again. but of course!

We stopped at a sign I had noticed yesterday so I snapped a couple photos.



This time, as well, we stopped at the church we drove by yesterday. First I shot the monument and then we entered the church. Dan opened the inner church door but shut it because he said someone was doing something inside. Right after that a woman poked her head out and said to come on in: her husband was photographing the church because it was soon to be sold. (You can see his work here.) We had a nice chat with them, and learned a bit more about the Free Church of Scotland. I still need to read up on it some more, but it sounded like a stricter sect from what they explained.










For the first time we saw some peat sitting out in a field.

This will be the last day we see these signs that appear so frequently. I thought they should be changed to “Patty’s Place” and Dan came up with a lot of other possibilities. Alas, I think they will stay as they are.

We’ve seen so many beautiful stone fences, but this one was a first for us.

The couple at the church told us we might see some red deer on our drive. And there they were.


In about an hour and a half we got to the village of Helmsdale. It seemed a good time to get lunch, since our dinner reservation was going to be rather late after our train ride. So yeah, it really was lunch rather than “not lunch”. And it was tasty! We ate at a place called “Thyme and Plaice”. Get it? Very yummy!








All along our drive the Scottish broom has been pretty amazing. We think of it as a weed in our area, but in Scotland I’m assuming it’s loved. Sometimes it’s on both sides of the road and you can’t see anything but road and broom and in those cases the car sometimes gets brighter from all that yellow. It covers some hills and is really lovely. But then we ran across fields of a most amazing yellow. I never managed to get a great close up of a field, but really it was just beautiful! I am pretty certain this is canola, also called rapeseed. I’ve read we might see more of it in another area we’ll see in a few weeks. We shall see.




And then we reached our first destination. Hello Inverness. Dan had to fill the car with petrol, and we returned it. Then Enterprise drove us to the train station (no charge … super!). We rearranged a few things in our luggage so we will have what things we will want at our disposal on the train, and entered the Ness & Thistle to kill over an hour of time. Easy. Order a pint, pull out the iPads, and get writing!
But before I go any further again I must say Dan did a stellar job of driving. He had suggested, on day one, that I eventually give it a go, but he didn’t bring that up again and I’m glad. I really prefer to drive on the RIGHT side of the road! (But he kept up his mantra, “Left is right and right is wrong!” For the most part that worked. Until today, when twice (at least) he attempted to get in the car on the passenger side. We figured he was just reverting, knowing he was done with the car soon!
So cheers to Dan!

Our train was due to leave at 17:20. It’s not a terrifically long ride — we should arrive at 19:36. I’m really hoping it is on time … I know we’ll be rather weary! Meanwhile we sat and waiting, very slowly nursing our drinks.
And then it was a bit after 17:00 so out we went to find carriage A. One never knows: will that be the closest car or the last one? We’ve been known to guess wrong and have to race to the far end of the track! As it turned out, it was the first coach, so easy-peasy. And there were very few in our first class car. Why first class? I guess it must have been cheap enough to warrant that. I believe the rest of our trains are “standard” and that’s just fine with us. But there we were, in row 7. I think maybe the car started out with about eight or nine people. Eventually it dwindled down to just three of us.
The ride was pleasant, even while we had to stop and wait for a late train before leaving one station. Not a worry for us since this train took us to our destination. (Later we heard that others, who were connecting to Glasgow, were going to be fine because they held that train for them.) I took just a few photos.











And then we arrived.
Hello Aberdeen!
You might wonder why we came here for all of two nights and only one full day. Well … I was here in August of 1974 for the International Youth Orchestra Festival (or whatever it was called) and I just wanted to revisit the spot. I wonder if I”ll recognize even one thing here. I was here on August 8, 1974, in fact. We woke up in the middle of the night to hear an announcement over the television. Hmmm … now what might that have been?!
We grabbed a taxi and got to the Chester Hotel. Wow!
This hotel is so very different than our last one. It’s a fabulous building or, rather, three or four buildings that are connected. The room is lovely. (But still you can see a bit of bathroom door damage … that seems to be a constant in hotels.) I’m even wondering if I somehow saw the wrong price on this place as it seems so much better than the other places we’ve stayed. If so — well — too late now!





And look at our sweet shortbread wrappers!

We ate dinner at the restaurant here at the hotel, since we got in rather late. It was delicious and too costly, but what is one to do at 8:30 in the evening? So whatever. Dan had roasted Cod and I had butter chicken. Yum!


Now it is late and we are tired. We haven’t planned a thing for tomorrow and I suspect we’ll just do some ambling. I’m not sure I’ll figure out where the youth orchestras all met up, and while I believe we stayed in dorms somewhere I’ve no clue where that might be. It was, after all, a long time ago.
For now goodnight!






























































































































































































































































































































