uisge beatha

I still can smell this sweet-malty-sour-berry-something flavour that came out of the small hatch the guide opened to let us have a look. The odour was there the whole day, it hang in the mountains and followed us into the bus back to Inverness.

Apart from the smell, I also still have very vivid images in my head of that day: the fog rolling into the valley, the smoking chimneys of the distilleries peeping out of the dark green woods, the - also - dark stones of the houses, the whole atmosphere of Glenfiddich. It all looked like something from another time - I'm still not sure if past or future. Like something out of a Neil Gaiman-Book or H.G. Wells - a mixture of Steampunk and absolute sophistication.

Ghosts in the sun

On a sunny Sunday morning we took a bus from Inverness to Urquhart castle. The one hour trip takes you on a winding road along Loch Ness, which is so much larger than I ever imagined. Anyway, in my imagination a visit to Loch Ness and Urquhart Castle would be a mystical, gloomy trip through foggy, rainy Scotland... but no, Nessie and its Castle presented themselves in best "Summer health resort"-ish look with tons of sunshine and colours. I loved it.


And Nessie waved Goodbye (left side, head out of the lake).
Trust me, it was Nessie, not a boat.


Inverness had a bit of an unlucky position in our holidays - we came there after weeks of travelling, not used to cities anymore and deeply missing the Islands and the sea. Inverness may not be a large city but after travelling such a remote place as Shetland, it felt like a megacity to us and we could not fast enough adjust. 

So, my remembrances of Inverness are like this post - a rich dose of Scottishness, colours, mess, and most of all vagueness. 

If you ever happen to be in Inverness, try not to miss Leakey's Bookshop and Cafe. If you love books, especially second hand books, and a good dose of coffee, you will love it.