There was no in-house computer set up for Internet access in Edinburgh or Inverness, so I am doing the wrapup back at home. Edinburgh was great. There is an "old town" and a "new town," the old one dating from the dawn of time and the new one dating from Victorian times. The stunning Edinburgh Castle is on top of a high hill/mountain overlooking the town, and there is a street called the Royal Mile between it and Holyrood Castle at the other side of the town. We learned about Mary, Queen of Scots, and her rivalry with Elizabeth, saw the birthplace of Robert Louis Stevenson, and visited various other touristy sites by bus. The Iris Lady and I spent one morning touring the Royal Botannical Gardens, from which our hotel was right across the street. It's a bit strange to be in Scotland seeing some plants that came from California. We sampled the local food at various places, although I resisted the haggis in favor of pigeon. The waiter said it was served pink, because "it's best that way." I ate it, but I would not recommend it, and I might be more inclined to go with the rat next time.
After Edinburgh it was on to Inverness, the so called capital of the highlands. There we picked up a car and I got to put the week-and-a-half of mental practice of driving on the left side of the road into reality. A steering wheel on the right side of the car, driving in the left lane, in a manual transmission car with the gearshift on my left side, with first gear down and to the left (not reversed from our style, which would feel more natural) was a bit stressful for driver and passengers. However, I was armed with two
expert back seat drivers who drew straws to see who would get the death seat. They would patiently coach me ("okay, when you get to the intersection, you're going to make a right and stay in the left lane now") while praising me ("verrry well done turn, and you ended up in the left lane!!!"). And that was just the first five minutes in town to reach the parking lot so we could get some lunch and a well-deserved pint o' ale (just kidding, although the passengers could have used it). After that the driving got more interesting, because the standard road in the highlands is something they call "single track with passing places." People drive at 60mph on roads not really wide enough for one car, with carved out areas for passing. Fortunately those areas are often marked with a sign, because believe me it ain't obvious when you're supposed to be able to fit two cars side-by-side sometimes. The object of the game is that when you see a car coming at you, you both want to end up at the passing place at the same time without cutting your speed much if at all. Then the car with the passing place on his side swerves into it just in time for the other one to zip past, and you wave at each other as if to say "Thanks, mate, for not killing me." I will say that in three days you can actually get quite good at this as you go up and down hills, through tree lined passages, and around hairpin blind turns.
We stayed about 30 miles out from Inverness proper (which is at the northeastern end of Loch Ness), at a kind of handyman special B&B overlooking Loch Ness. It was near a great waterfall and hiking paths. On one of the days we were there we went on a terrific horseback ride, and on the other we drove across to the western side to the Isle of Skye. Stunning scenery everywhere, and we had warm mostly sunny weather. We had expected cold drizzle, but we ended up in a heat wave. The sun rose around 4:30AM and set around 10PM, but it really never got dark. On our last day we left around 9AM to Fort Augustus at the other end of Loch Ness and then drove back to Inverness. At 8:30PM we boarded the sleeper train to London, arriving at 8:30AM the next morning. The sleeper train was cool, although it's not as easy to sleep on a train as you might think. We then hauled our luggage about 6 blocks through the record London heat to the Kings Cross station Underground and then out to Heathrow, and we ended up back home around 8PM. I remembered to drive on the right. Great trip, but as they say, there's no place like home.