The other morning we were too keen on leaving that horrible city, but when we tried to open our car, nothing happened... We had to open the car mechanically and call AAA. This alone might have been an easy talk, but speak to one of the agents! They ask you to provide them with a phone number; so I gave them our mobile phone number, but the guy insisted on getting a landline (we told him we're sitting in the car on a public parking area) or, if we can't do that, provide him with a UK mobile phone number. After having explained to him again that we were sitting in a rented car away from any landline and that we were foreigners, he finally took the mobile number down adding that they could not be bothered phoning us, because it is not a UK number.
We were quite lucky, the description of the parking lot was good enough and help arrived only 15 minutes later. The engineer was nice and helpful and brought our battery back to life. Nothing could stop us now, we jumped back in the car and left that horrible city behind us.
Fortrose Cathedral
The buildings were abandoned after the Reformation and pretty much haven't changed since then. Some stones were removed to build other monuments though.
Dornoch
This small town was perfect for lunchtime. We spent some time walking in and around the church, viewing the castle from the outside and then hanging out on the beach...
Cairn Liath
Situated directly next to the motorway is this well-kept broch. Unlike the other cairns we visited close to Inverness, this one was a home to the bronze-age family. Again built in a perfect circle with one entrance, this broch provided small chambers for food and a staircase that allowed to walk on top. Still, it seemed pretty small for a whole family living and sleeping room! And with the entrance in your back, you were facing the ocean. What a marvellous view!
Duncansby Head
We had a short stop to catch a glimpse on castle Wick, but as there were only some stone remains, we continued further north, left our car at Duncansby Head and walked along the cliffs.
This time we checked in a nice youth hostel managed by two old ladies. One of them told us that she normally traveled around Scotland for walking holidays and that she loved it best during the winter. We also met a Swiss girl there, traveling around with bus and train; we promised to take her to the next train station as there was no bus service on Sunday. This part of the country is less well serviced by bus lines than Ireland!
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