Inverness

We arrived in Inverness in much the same weather as we'd had at Urquhart Castle, and Siri of course insisted that we take a walk. She's from Bergen, where it rains all the time and so the water probably has about as much effect on her as it has on a goose (no further comparisons intended). Blasted females!

All pics here.

Siri, nice and dry, getting ready to wet her intestines on the Devil's brew.


People were actually fishing in the middle of the river. We stopped a guy who'd just gotten out of the water and of course Siri insisted on striking up a long conversation while I was quietly dying from exposure beside her.


I have no idea what went on here; possibly the birds, crazed from lack of fish, have taken to eating small humans.


The river has some nice parts.


I was shivering and bitching the whole way.


Caught in temporary insanity, doing my own version of "Singing in the Rain".