09.04.2011 - 30.04.2011
On the way to Leault Farm, we called into Aviemore just outside Inverness for a tea and wee break, but the gift shop was closed. It didn't open until 9.30 am. I'm not really sure why we went there because as we had just left the hotel, surely nobody would have wanted to go to the loo anyway. That was a bit of a waste of time.
Phoned Pam and Scott Clark-Dickson and agreed to meet them at our hotel at 3.00 pm. Scott lived over the road from Peter and me when we were kids and his father died when he was a little boy and our father kept an eye on the family as they were growing up. Scott is probably about 10 years younger than me. Pam is an Aussie girl and after she and Scott were married, they moved to Inverness and have lived there ever since. Not sure why, because it is freezing in winter. They now have a son named Donald who is 6 1/2 and he has a lovely Scottish accent. Pam is a free lance journalist and Scott is now a guide for the Scottish Heritage Society.
We visited Leault Farm and watched the sheep dogs at work. One of the dogs had appeared in Monarch of the Glen as Hector's dog. It was great to watch them and one really loved Peter and wriggled its way in between his legs. The shepherd was very good but it was quite damp underfoot and cold
standing in the elements watching him. There were lambs for us all to nurse too.
We drove on to Culloden Moor Visitor Centre and walked through the exhibition and around the battlefield. The exhibition centre was very well done and as we stood in the centre of the imax theatre, we experienced what the battle was like on Culloden Moor. It was great. I enjoyed the walk around the battlefield too. As we passed a crofter's hut, some actors in period costume, yelled out to us, thinking that we were the English enemy. Of course, we yelled back that we were from the colonies of Australia an
d they wandered over and we had a great chat with them. As like everyone we have spoken to, they wanted to know all about us and we actually saw Adam again in the streets of Edinburgh a few days later, where he was dressed up at Braveheart. We had lunch at the Culloden Moor Visitor Centre.
McIntosh was our paternal grandfather's middle name.
Back to Inverness and visited a kilt maker. It was very interesting but we had to cut our visit short to get back to the hotel to meet up with Pam, Scott and Donald. It was lovely to see them again and to meet Donald for the first time. We spent three hours together. We had a drink in our hotel and then went for a long walk along the river to the island and then back again. A bird did a poo on Pam and on my new coat. Thank goodness I bought this coat in Australia before I left. It was a last minute purchase, just in case I needed something like it in the UK - well, I have worn it EVERY day. It was been great.
We dressed up for dinner and had a nice group dinner at the hotel and then we were entertained by a man and woman singing Scottish songs; a woman playing the bagpipes and girls doing the Highland Fling and other dances. Peter got up and danced with one of the girls. It was a fun evening. We had dinner with Kathy and Michael from Melbourne and Jan and John and Lisa and Paul from the USA.