Tuesday Travels. . . Inverness

I was reliving memories of my childhood visits to Inverness when we came across Inverness station.  My elder sister was in charge of me when we both traveled by train to our uncle’s croft at Boultach in Caithness.  Dad would drop us at Perth where we caught the train to Inverness.  We had to change…

Highland groceries in the sixties

When I wrote my post about the mobile library I was reminded of my holidays, as a youngster, in the highlands of Scotland.  I had two uncles who were farmers in Caithness, one uncle at Burrigle and the other at Boultach. This is the croft where my dad and his brothers were raised. This is…