Lossiemouth

Another day, another hill walk. This morning a chill hung in the air as did the cloud which was reluctant to lift off the nearby mountains. However we wrapped up and walked to the nearby waterfall and back through the slightly petrified trees. Pretty pink and white wood anemones peppered the long wet grass. 

(A few comments on the reserve sightings board were a bit odd!)

Today we were in no rush. You've peaked too soon Marge. Our pack rafting course in nearby Aberfeldy is in a few days' time, so with time to lose we decided to head up to the coast. After just ten minutes we found ourselves at The Pattack Falls.

An amazing beauty spot right alongside the main road. The onward drive took us through the Cairngorms, passing by a stone that marked the geographical centre of Scotland before arriving at the small town of Carrbridge, where we stopped to look at the oldest stone bridge in the highlands.

The town is also famous for the World Championship Porridge Making Championships which takes place each year, and draws contestants from all over the world. We'd like to have been in town to have seen it. 

Marge has now delivered us to Lossiemouth on Scotland's north east coast. An extraordinary fact about this town is that in the early 1900's the sand dunes were artificially made by placing dozens of disused railway carriages on the beach to protect the town from the sea.

We were at the seaside, so it had to be fish and chips for tonight's meal. 'One and half breaded haddock suppers, please.' We could both hear John's late father saying. 'Get the girl a full sized portion!