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Thank you Newtonmore!

Sauce please.


This morning started with a very thankful breakfast... The lady from the hotel must have said 'thankyou' to us at least one bazillion times in the process of serving us breakfast. And with a rising intonation, dragging out the last syllable - ask me to demonstrate it for you sometime. Bizarre.
Off to Loch Ness - but got distracted by the Golden Spurtle in Carrbridge! As all Randling fans will know, the Golden Spurtle is not a disease, rather it is the prize for the world porridge making championships. Of course! We had a little look around the town and at the farmer's market but the real spurtling didn't start until later in the day. Simon was also intrigued by the Bamboozeleum - he thought it was a bamboo themed museum, rather than a museum of bamboozlement. To be honest, I'm not actually sure which of those options would appeal to me more.
Made it to Loch Ness, and wow - what a Loch! Puts Bullen-Merri to shame... No sign of any monsters though, and we visited the information centre which effectively explained away all alleged 'sightings'. Sorry to any believers, but I think I'm sitting squarely in the sceptics' camp on this one.
Into Inverness, where we manage to find a) a bakery and b) a carpark in relatively quick succession, with only one blocked required. The girls at the bakery are downright confused when we ask for sauce to put on our pie and sausage roll, and we have to explain it in a step by step process! They are very friendly though, and I think they're coming to see us when they come to Australia for a holiday :P
Next stop - Black Isle brewery, where a wee woman gives us a tour of the brewery, and then we sample some of their wares. And what better souvenir of Scotland than a six pack of beers? Six pints, of course...
Back to Newtonmore, and Simon goes exploring on his neverending quest for a good cup of coffee, and I do some planning and scheming. We have a late dinner at the hotel so that we have a table ready for the night's entertainment. Unfortunately neither of us win £400 in the shinty raffle, boo. But we do learn about the brutal sport of shinty (kind of like rugby with weapons, I think) so that's a win. Davy Holt, local muso puts on a great show of old and new tunes. Most of the we recognise, except for Caledonia which is apparently a very popular traditional Scottish folk song, made particularly popular by its use in a beer commercial!! We get chatting (as Buccheris tend to do) to Davy, his parents, and most of the other locals. Before long, we've teed Davy up to do a gig in Camperdown and we've got his CD as a souvenir. Davy's parents are impressed that we "stayed and enjoyed the music" - but leaving was never an option for us! Fantastic night, but last orders have been taken and now we all have to go to bed.

Posted by Buccas 01:50 Archived in Scotland

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