To fill in time before I went to the airport to pick up April Kerr, a colleaugue from school who was very keen to fly all the way to Scotland for 2 weeks, I squeezed in Fort George on the Moray Firth, guarding the entrance to the harbour. Had a busy schedule for April to keep her awake and get into local time by luch at Cawdor pub, visiting Cawdor Castle and then the battlefield of Culloden. A lot of history for one day and the personal passing of a generation as mum rang me to say Mardy had died.
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