Some places we've been and some places we're going.

A Shinty Match

Shinty is a game similar to hockey and hurling but really played only in the Scottish highlands. We decided to go and watch a game being played in Newtonmore. It’s a small village in an area where wildcats previously were common, statues of the cats are all about and there is a Wildcat Trail, the mascot of Newtonmore’s Shinty team is a wildcat.

A l-o-n-g time ago Alex played Shinty and I know I watched some matches but today I was shocked to see how dangerous it was. The stick or caman is similar to a hockey stick but “the blade” has two flat sides so in cross section it’s triangular. It can be raised as high as you like and the ball hit midair. To get the ball back into play it’s tossed high in the air and walloped as hard as possible. Because the weather was cold Lena and I sat in the car and as we watched a ball came hurtling towards the car, dollar signs flicked through my head as I imagined the insurance we’d have to pay for damage to the hire car. Luckily the ball sailed way above us. Alex moved the car so it was behind the high fence and the back of the goal.

At half time the score was, Fort Willam 0, Newtonmore 0 and we decided to investigate some places round about. First stop was a cafe/carpets/ furnishing store, we settled down on a lovely Chesterfield lounge behind a beautiful wooden table and enjoyed our drinks and cakes. Alex was more than a little nervous when a bus came very close to our hire car.

Driving on the backroads towards Aviemore we passed the ruins of Ruthven Barracks which was a heavily armed garrison built in the early 1700s after the failed Jacobite rebellion of 1715 to keep the Highlanders in check. In 1745 the highlander Jacobites forced the garrison to surrender.

Highland cattle feature in every souvenir shop from coffee mugs, socks, keyrings and hoodies but we’ve seen very few in the fields. Today we saw a few but a lot more modern breeds.

In 1972 I was working at Castlewynd Potteries in Rothiemurchus putting the “spaghetti” hair and wool on Highland cows, sheep and goats. On our way back we stopped at Rothiemurchus but I couldn’t see any sign of the pottery. The old school now houses a business selling souvenirs, whiskies and a Farm Shop selling fresh and preserved locally produced products including venison and chicken which we’ll be enjoying over the next few days.

The last place we meandered through was near the old bridge over the River Spey at Aviemore.

This morning the weather looked miserable but we had something we wanted to do in Inverness town centre and later in Beauly so we made sure we had rain jackets just in case we needed them and headed out.

We found a park in the same area we’d parked earlier in the week and were stunned to see you needed a residents’ permit or a valid parking receipt so we’d been lucky last time. The first “Parking permit dispenser” I found turned out to be selling maps of the town which luckily I realised before I put the coins in. After parking we organized what we wanted from a Tartan shop then walked along beside the river.

Around the town there were several different food vendors offering “exotic” food.

For once it was a positive happening when there was a giant truck in a city street.


We thought we might be able to get a photo of the castle front doors where we had a couple of photos taken the day we were married in 1973 but the area is all fenced off while a major transformation is taking place. It’s to make it more interesting and attractive to tourists. The renovations started in 2022 and are expected to be finished this year.


The Castle is not the only impressive building in Inverness being renovated and it’s not surprising that it takes a long time when there are so many phone interruptions.

We didn’t see Nessie’s face but we saw her wake.

In several places around the town there are bright coloured hearts that catch the eye.

When we walked back to our car a big, Grey-winged Gull was sitting on the roof, luckily it didn’t drop its load when Alex waved it off.

The Caledonian Canal

First comes the rain then the rainbow.

Not far from Lena’s home is the Caledonian Canal and we enjoyed a walk out to the end of it.

There are many locks along it’s length and we started our walk at the Muirton Basin, cars crossing the canal frequently have to stop while the bridge is swung out of the way so boats can move into the basin.

All kinds of boats are moored in the basin.

Impressive old buildings can be seen across the water.

At different points along the canal we watched the gates swing open as boats were entering and leaving through the locks.

We crossed over the canal, walking on top of the lock gates.

There is a Lock Keepers cottage near a memorial at the end of the canal and a small jetty.

On the walk back we had a laugh at someone trying to retrieve his dog’s ball, he tried to encourage the dog to jump into the water but it preferred to just bark at it.

I’m not sure if we were walking along the canal at a busy time but we saw several boats coming through the locks.

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