One of the little ironies of Scottish geography is that the northwestern corner is called "
Sutherland". That's because to the Vikings who settled there, it WAS the southland. Most of the people here and in the neighboring area of
Caithness have Scandinavian blood in their veins, and I wouldn't be surprised if the same went for the sheep. It's generally very far between the settlements and little to do on a night, so think what you will; there's only so much praying and feuding and whisky drinking a man can do before he craves the warmth of a wolly ewe. Uhm. Disregard that last sentence.
Anyway, we were both in agreement that the scenery was stunning all throughout the north. The weather couldn't have been any better; it was 24-25 celcius (77-78F) and nary a cloud in the sky. The more I see of Scotland, the more I adore this country.
From the harbor in
Ullapool.
Not too far out from Ullapool.
This is Loch Assynt with
Ardvreck Castle. It was mighty purdy in the sunshine.
This too is from the
Assynt area, a geologically interesting piece of real estate.
A deep valley further north.
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