After a long sleep and massive breakfast it was off to Culloden Battlefield to get some history lessons. I'm glad I didn't live in these times, although I guess I wouldn't have had hassles with roundabouts. I just would have been confused about my religion, whose side I was on and why I was going to my certain death to fight about them both. I would have called myself Bonnie Mark Krause, and with that surname I may have had some right to the throne.
Then it was off to a prehistoric cemetery called Clava Cairns. Not great, but free so it gets my tick of approval. Back in the car to Cawdor castle to get our daily fortress dose. A nice castle with good gardens and a golf course adjoining. Alas, golf was not scheduled for this holiday.
Sightseeing done, it was off on a walk to the town to search for book stores, sports stores and public toilets. All three found with only the book store not getting our business.
The added bonus was a trip to our first Scot Aldi.Things just don't get better than that.
We checked out pictures of fish and chips takeaways, but the pictures of fatty thick chips didn't appeal. NOTE: If somewhere in the UK advertises "traditional fish and chips", stay away. Wattle Grove Chicken shop better be open when we get back. For the second night it was dinner at the Waterfront where Annette had non traditional fish and chips.
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