It is 10pm, and we have been driving around, trying to find a place to stay, since shortly after 6:30.
All I wanted was to go to Culloden Moor. See the battlefield. Stay the night. But nooooooo, there's a big marathon in Inverness, and EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING, is booked solid. We are about 40 miles away in a 4-star (!!$$!!) hotel that had the only room left for probably a hundred miles. We're down in the servant's quarters of an old manor house. I think--I hope--we have the cheapest room in the place.
Tomorrow morning first thing the job is to find a less expensive B&B closer to the battlefield. But for right now I have a splitting headache, and am downing a Tylenol with a glass of white wine (yeah, yeah, I know it's wrong. Sue me) and I'm going to hit the sack pretty soon. Will have to download pictures later. Too tired tonight.
the first marathon runner I see out on the roads tomorrow morning is toast.
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