And mine is on the glorious west coast of the Scottish Highlands, the wee village of Plockton. With some of the best scenery to rest your eyes upon, a Goldilocks climate that is neither too hot nor too cold, numerous places to get food as good as one could ever hope for from highland beef to prawns that swam in the morning and smoked fish & shellfish to die for, a fine local brewery, and when you think of music in Scotland you naturally think of the bagpipes, but here they add accordions, miniature saxophones, whistle pipes , mandolins, guitars and more producing a sound of music that you could search the entire island and not top. A couple of pubs within inns where the craic is always good. And although I am loath to swell heads, some of the nicest folks I know.
Had to get up half 5 for a 7 hour train to watch 6 Nations in Plockton. I saw my first rugby game in the pub and the lads were so very kind in explaining what the heck I was watching. This month marks my 12 year anniversary @ The Plockton Inn and at least the 12th visit.
Glasgow to Inverness by train then west again by train about 50 miles. Other options are: car, a ferry to Skye then the train or school bus from Kyle of Lochalsh or the bus via Fort William. I’ve arrived by all those. The first 3 photos are from the train. It’s a pleasant ride.
As you leave the train station, past the HS, this was my greeting.
It’s about a 3/4 mile walk to the village. I was struck suddenly by the sighting of the war memorial. Someone had attacked the area with a trimer for normally one can only see the tip from the road. I was impressed and happy and will see it up close soon enough. And I arrived just in time for the first game.
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