So, we have been in Inverness for over 24 hours and there is a serious problem. We haven’t spotted Nessie, we haven’t spotted Jamie Fraser or Claire Randall, and we haven’t even seen a ghost.
It isn’t for lack of trying. We started today at the Culloden battlefield, the site of the final confrontation of the Jacobite rising in 1745. Over 2000 people died, but we didn’t spot a single ghost.
We may, however, have spotted the grave of some of my ancestors. It is spelled slightly differently,
but who knows. Kaiser clan, if anyone knows, feel free to speak up in the comments.
We visited Cawdor Castle, which is something like 600 years old. No ghosts there either. Unless we are talking about the ghosts of our wallets — an insane admission price for a worthless tour. But at least the outside was nice.
We walked the hills around Inverness. Beautiful, but not a single time traveler in sight.
And, we drove all the way around Loch Ness. No Nessie. We looked. But we didn’t pony up for the boat ride now that she has been outed as a catfish.
We did, however, meet up with Scottish cows. How cool are these girls?
Don’t know if that specific grave is an ancestor, but do know that is the way our McCleans used to spell their name.
Mom, that is actually a mass grave. Don’t know how many people are in it, but the clan members that died at Culloden were placed in mass graves based (where possible) on clan.
I know a MacGillvray, too. Funny. I should send her this photo and tell her that our ancestors died together.