The great irony of the trip was Scotland. Though there was serious rain at Rosslyn and a little snow over the mountain pass on our way to Inverness, we basked in the sun in Scotland.
Glorious sun.
Coming down the mountain into Inverness. No longer afraid of W driving on the wrong side of the road.
The ruins of Urquhart Castle on Loch Ness.
Hairy Scottish cattle.
Nessie and the locks at the southern end of Loch Ness.
Glorious.
That sky IS glorious! Doesn't look real. Wow. I miss you. I think I'll go eat a jdawg
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