The night train I had booked was supposed to be a straight through, we were constantly making stops on the way. Despite the 30 minute head start, we still didn’t arrive until 30 minutes late. That makes 13 hours on the train, without anything to do or eat.
We watched the scenery as we made the final few hours through the country side. Saw many sheep and lambs and snow on the mountains in the distance.
Finally we arrived. The station had WiFi, so I was able to finally look at the map. A quick trip down the road and we were at the last hostel for this trip.
We dumped our bags and walked around town. It was freezing, down in the mid 40’s and gusty winds, so we made it a short trip out.
After a crashing on the sofa, it was a bit sunnier and we went back out, going to St. Andrews church and Inverness Castle, which is a working court house.
Every flag I see is a Scottish flag, the only Union Jack was part of St. Andrews Cross flag, in the church. I take it they still think of themselves as Scots, not as part of the UK.
Despite the cold, the days here in Europe are long. As I write this, it is after 10pm, but the sun is just setting.
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