Moving for Hours.
Trip Start
May 27, 2011
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Trip End
Jun 05, 2011
I shoved the last few things in the rucksack for Vince to take home for us. The girls and I made it just in time to catch the 9.20 bus to Kyle of Lochalsh, changing at Broadford. We had a chat with an 85 year old about linguistics on the way.
At Kyle we had a couple of hours to kill, so we ended up in a tiny computer store in an upstairs room, run by a Chinese couple from London. They lamented the fact that they couldn't get a decent Chinese meal closer than Birmingham, while the kids played cards on the floor. I got to check my e-mails.
The journey to Inverness was uneventful, but scenic, with fabulous views of lochs, islands, deer and munroes out of the window. On the train to Perth we could see snow still on the Cairngorms. We missed the connection to Inverkeithing and so spent an unexciting hour at Perth railway station.
Niall, our CS host for the evening has reddish hair down to his waist. He is a keen naturalist, regaling us with facts about bumblebees on the walk from the station. His house is a kind of bachelor student pad, with items heaped everywhere. In many ways it reminded me of our own clutter, but worse, and lacking the occasional dusting we subject our surfaces to. He was in the middle of decorating, which can't have helped.
The conversation made up for the lack of immaculate housekeeping. Indeed I was sorry I was so tired and had such an early start, as I'm sure I could have talked to Niall all night.
At Kyle we had a couple of hours to kill, so we ended up in a tiny computer store in an upstairs room, run by a Chinese couple from London. They lamented the fact that they couldn't get a decent Chinese meal closer than Birmingham, while the kids played cards on the floor. I got to check my e-mails.
The journey to Inverness was uneventful, but scenic, with fabulous views of lochs, islands, deer and munroes out of the window. On the train to Perth we could see snow still on the Cairngorms. We missed the connection to Inverkeithing and so spent an unexciting hour at Perth railway station.
Niall, our CS host for the evening has reddish hair down to his waist. He is a keen naturalist, regaling us with facts about bumblebees on the walk from the station. His house is a kind of bachelor student pad, with items heaped everywhere. In many ways it reminded me of our own clutter, but worse, and lacking the occasional dusting we subject our surfaces to. He was in the middle of decorating, which can't have helped.
The conversation made up for the lack of immaculate housekeeping. Indeed I was sorry I was so tired and had such an early start, as I'm sure I could have talked to Niall all night.


