To pick up the narrative where I left off, hubby and I were at the Clachaig Inn, in Glencoe. On Saturday, we'd traveled south and west to Oban. On Sunday, we traveled north and east to see Urquhart Castle. It was built on the shores of Loch Ness, so we saw a lot of the Loch on that day. It is a BIG loch. Large enough to hide more than one little Nessie.
We started in Glencoe, at the Glencoe History Museum. Unfortunately, it was closed. Next to the Museum was a church, with this amazing rock fence surrounding it. The rockwork captivates me. Why do we not do this here? I guess the rocks aren't as plentiful? It truly is Art.
We weren't looking for them, I just spotted a sign on the road with an arrow "Inverlochy Castle." Pete turned in, we went down a lane, over a weak bridge, and parked across from this. Outstanding! It was one of my favorite castles, in that it was well groomed yet not commercial. There was no entry fee, one could just wander about as desired.
Our next stop was at a war memorial. I was more entranced by the sheep, though I have to say that the Scots do much to honor their military. Every place that we went seemed to have some sort of tribute to those who have given their lives for their country. They do not forget. They do not want to forget.
Art with Grandma
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