Urquart Castle & Culloden Battlefield 
        


  
        After packing we sauntered through Dornoch and visited the simple
        beautiful church and admired the various blooming dooryards. In an art gallery we bought
        a  watercolor painting with a coastal view of Iona like the view
        from our tent in Fionnphort. When I saw the painting the first time I was
        fascinated how the artist caught the special light and colors of
        this wonderful landscape. Now the painting hangs in our bed room
        and every Sunday morning when I wake up I enjoy looking at this painting
        and going back in my mind to the sandy beaches of Scotland.
 
        Starting in Durnoch we drove to Urquart Castle over Dingwall and
        Beauly. Simone demanded to see the probably most famous ruin of a
        castle in Scotland because they did not had any recollection from our
        visit there ten years ago (see:  Urlaub
        1993). However, its fantastic location on a peninsula in the
        mysterious and beautiful Loch Ness is a reason enough  to come back
        there every time. Since our last visit they built up an interesting
        exhibition about the history of the castle. And in the castle we met
        with the procession of a Scottish marriage - really impressive with
        bagpipes and all men in kilts and the two men with a long sword in front
        and ...
        Once following historical tracks we visited the Culloden Battlefield. In
        1746 the Scots under the command of
        Bonnie Prince Charlie where beaten by the English troops within few
        hours in that swampy land. Thousands of soldiers died cruelly. Even though or therefore
        Culloden is for the Scots one of the most important memorial places in their history.
        During our sightseeing the weather was going bad. Starting
        as a gloomy background for this depressing place now it began to rain
        heavyly. Although we sprinted to our car we reached it very wet. 
 
        To stay overnight we drove back to the coast again. The campsite in
        Findhorn near Forres was untypically overcrowded, but we found a small gap.
        After pitching our tent we went into the village for dinner.
        There we entered a cosy restaurant (overfilled, too) at the quay and
        although we had to wait a long time for our dishes the meal was
        excellent.