My first destination for the day was Skipness Castle. One you reach the end of a long, boring, single lane road, there is a parking lot off to the left. I dutifully parked there, emptied the ole' bladder (I have once again started on the pills which made me go in the Kruger Park last year) and started trotting up the road to the castle. After less than fifty yards, my legs were cramping so badly I just had to stop and turn around. So, instead, I drove all the way up to the castle and parked almost right outside the entrance. Not a soul with any official badge was around, so I figured I was ok.
This little building stands right by the parkway up to the castle.
From outside.
Inside:
This was the last day of the season one could walk up into the the tower of the castle; it's closed from Oct. 1 and reopens April 1.
I only managed the first level.
I still knows how to find 'em.
Looking up.
The Kintyre area was among the first traditionally owned by the Steward clan before they ascended to the throne of Scotland. They had to fight both other Scottish clans and us Norwegians.
Sheep graze and pheasants... do whatever the hell pheasants do. Peabrained birds.
After a brief perusal of the castle grounds, I retreated to a table at the Skipness Seafood Cabin, just down the road. They had a 50% discount on lobster rolls, since it was the end of the tourist season. So I ordered some.
I first tasted lobster on Iceland back in 2012, and it was quite good. With generous helpings of mayo and lemon it became a feast.
I even stuffed face on second helpings. Then I ordered their orange cake for good measure. I can highly recommend both.
The resident four-legged doofuses laid siege to me from the moment I sat down.
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