3rd and Final City on the Scottish train holiday. Finding our reserved seats was made easier by there only being 3 carriages but infinitely harder by none of them being labelled. We found Seat 21 and 22, moved some elderly day trippers and before determining 2 hours into the journey, we were in carriage C - and not A.
That will teach us to use logic, like going to the carriage at the front.
The walking in Inverness was a simple town trail - with a view to knocking off several of the Good Beer Guide ticks.
But first, a visit to Gellions - who can ignore the chance to visit the oldest in the City? A functional boozer, noted only for the prospect of Live Music and Leeds vs. West Brom later in the night.
Oldest and Freshly Caught Haggis |
It must have been the name.
This too proved a mistake.
Look at that filth |
Disappointment only intensified in the gents.
No |
Next stop is the GBG Black Isle Bar (Church Street) - a cavernous prison canteen of a bar, with an internal pizza oven and TV sets letting you know what's on offer from the breweries range.
Everything needed for the gentleman around town |
Other chap has the half pint hump |
Castle View |
For a Castle View |
Never go far wrong with an Orkney Dark Island |
Inverness by night. Who allowed those blocks to be built in front of the castle? |
Handsome |
Only the best bar in Inverness could save us now. Hootanannys may not in the GBG but its one of the finest pubs I've been to, having discovered it 10 years ago.
You simply cannot beat the atmosphere generated by live music in a busy environment.
And Guinness is always good.
Hootanannys by day |
Hootanannys by night |
Regrets? I should have bought a T-Shirt.
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