The next two days are a zig-zag north to Durness and a late evening nine in a pouring rain. More on that later. Frankly, each of these days is the equal of my upcoming visit to Royal Dornoch where I'll make new friends and meet an old one and finish the evening with an oustanding meal at 2Quail. Two unbelievable, spectacular days on the road. The hip Westlea Guest House is highly recommended in Ullapool as is dinner at The Arch Inn. My first bowl of Cullen Skink - the dish's name conjurs up images of a promiscuous lass from a coastal village to the east, but the smokey chowder is easily the trip gold medal winner. Speaking of food, we happened upon the Lochinvar Larder with a full menu of excellent savory and sweet pies. Highly recommended.
It was suggested that the western swing be afforded three days and I agree, though we were not rushed over two. I suggest budgeting 25 miles per hour with a pre-disposition to stop at a moment's notice. One quickly masters use of the abundant passing places on the one track road and I don't recall a single driver failing to acknowledge the courtesy. The hand flip with the heel remaining on the wheel is the preferred gesture, not unlike that experienced in the remote Nebraska sand hills. Only one driving mishap as I took out a roadside trash bin with my left mirror - no harm, no foul. May traffic was light, and I wouldn't welcome any more during the high season.
A few photographs randomly selected:
Who knew that gorse and broom have similar flowers though the former is thorny and was planted primarily to control lifestock.
A Highlands billboard with the ubiquitous "Passing Place" signs in the background:
The boardwalk to Clachtoll Beach - note the tight knit turf on either side - true linksland.
Haunting beauty:
Ardvreck Castle Circa 1590
Yes, palm trees in the Highlands (Interewe Gardens)
Like any proud University of Tennessee graduate, my sweetie knocks down a Tennents with its power "T" logo - Go Vols.
Up next, golf and hot chocolate in Durness.