Urquhart Castle - what's left of it....

There was less of it than I remembered. Urquahart Castle I mean not the Loch.

Just as well I took pictures, if I wait another four years to go home there might be nothing left.

There was a wee boy on the boat with a rubber Nessy. SQ was eyeing him up on the whole trip. Nessy not the wee boy. I had to promise to take her to the souvenir shop to ensure she didn’t pinch it and throw him overboard to get it.



So after an hour in the souvenir shop buying lots of crap to take home to remind us of our day, and of course SQ had to find her rubber Nessy, we then had to rush to the train station to catch our Edinburgh train.