Finally after a good night's sleep at the Waverley Inn at Dingwall we headed for Cairngorm, one of the highest mountains in the area. I might just mention that at dinner last night at the Mallard Pub by the station we did notice quite a few inebriated men at the bar and this was before the DJ started at 10pm so we decided not to hang around.
Cairngorm National Park was very popular on Sunday and there was some traffic as we headed for the mountain railway only to find once we got there that it was closed and had been for the past nine months due to problems with the track.
One of the staff named Graham, who is a train driver explained in great detail the situation (he may have been bored or lonely) while wearing a tweed three piece suit, all rather formal.
While we didn't get to go on the train we did get to see rare Snow Buntings in the car park and there were some twitchers with huge camera lenses taking their photos. Apparently there are only 14 in the country at present as the rest have migrated to the Arctic. These ones are the lazy ones.
There was a lovely fire going in the cafe so we ordered tea and sat by the fire in Scotland in the middle of summer sipping our tea and eating our shortbread.
We headed down the mountains past many charming vistas and cascading waterfalls.
We stopped at North Queensferry a picturesque village located on the northern shore of the Firth of Forth, between the iconic Forth Bridge and the Forth Road Bridge for a closeup of the engineering marvel that is the Forth Bridge.
We spent our last night in Scotland at The Royal Mackintosh Hotel at Dunbar and thought they must have got our room booking wrong as we were expecting a small double room and ended up in a hugh room with a fourposter bed and deep bath tub and a sea view!
John Muir was born here and I thought the name sounded familiar - he immigrated to the USA and was instrumental in creating the national parks system in America. Good on him!