The next day was also long, but with less distance traveled. We started off with me going to Inverness Infirmary to get my cast removed, as it was chafing the skin of my foot. I first had to take an x-ray and the radiologist spent the whole time talking about how much she would love to go to Norway. The doctor was a young woman of Chinese persuasion who had never even heard of Monty Python, so my "tis barely a scratch" t-shirt was wasted on her. After I was pronounced fit for fight, we took a drive to Culloden. Later, I made a couple of wrong turns down around Aviemore and we suddenly found ourselves outside Grantown on Spey, on this peaceful single lane road with a stream running to our right. There were a few clouds in the sky but otherwise just a lovely, crisp spring day.
After a while, we came across this lady training a sheepdog, with a flock of sheep running around in a field. We stopped, and Albie had a chat with her and took a gazillion pics.
Views towards the Grampians. This is a very, very pretty part of a very, very pretty country.
We then drove through postcard upon postcard down to Pitlochry, where we had another grand dinner at a restaurant called Victoria's.
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