We'd only been in Scotland for 45 minutes, when our Fearless Group Leader slipped in a well-known British supermarket, fell over and broke her kneecap, leaving the three remaining teachers in charge of 40-plus students. We gathered our nerves and left her in the care of capable Scottish medics and on we went to Inverness.
Scotland is lovely. It looks very like Ireland in places. The people look like Irish people: hardy, red-cheeked people inadequately dressed for the inclement weather (well, so were our German students, but they'd just underestimated how darned chilly the Atlantic winds can be, bless their little cotton socks. You have to experience them to believe them.) The Scots also share our Celtic easy-going attitude to ... well, life, really. (If you've been living in Germany for a while, you become accustomed to a very straightforward way of dealing with things: if you say you'll be somewhere, you're there at the appointed time and place.) But, hey, we adapted and rolled with the punches and enjoyed a lovely week oop North:
|Eilean Donan Castle|
|One of hundreds of lovely lochs|
|Loch Ness - don't get excited, that's a boat, not a monster.|
|Yes, there were standing stones! Yes, I went up and had a grope! No, I was not transported back in time. Sadface.|
|Beach at Skara Brae, on Orkney|