Rose early to say goodbye to Glasscow and to get the train to Inverness. The train was crowded with day trippers, cyclists and babies. We were lucky to get a seat together and watched the countryside slip by. As we go northward the land becomes hilly and agricultural. Sheep and horses and hayfields with small farm houses dot the landscape and small cities with interesting names are stops along the way. We go through Birnam Wood and I look for Macbeth and Macduff to lead their troops through the forest ready for battle. Our biggest battle was when we arrived in Inverness. We did not have correct change for the pay toilets and ducked under the barrier to get in. They should warn you before hand that you need money to tinkle. The town is much cooler than Glasscow and a bit gray. Many mediaeval buildings and narrow winding streets. Lots of kilt shops, tweed shops and shops featuring red cattle with bangs. Some way some how I will return to Texas with one of those cows in some form. Down Bridge street we went with locals helping us find our fancy digs. Lovely apartment with a balcony overlooking the river, fancy robes and two bathrooms, milk for our tea in the fridge and a washing machine. Went to a trendy restaurant for drinks and appetizers. Got the drinks; never got the food. Troy said grab you coat. We skipped out. Can never go back to the White House again. Free Negronis are wonderful. Can’t wait for tomorrow when we go further North to visit John O Groats and the northern most part of Scotland. So lucky to be sharing this adventure with the love of my life.