It was time for the final part of our journey and so we aimed for Culloden to see the place where the Scottish, well the Jacobites to be specific, stood against the English for the last time. You can’t really call it an English victory when the Jacobites numbered 5,500 men and the English around 7,500. I guess the numbers are debateable. But it wasn’t a pleasant sight, it must have been a dreadful day for all the men there.
We decided to stay overnight near Inverness rather than drive the 417 miles home in one go. But the real reason was that we wanted to see the Kelpies at Falkirk. Standing 100ft tall they are the largest equine sculptures in the world. They represent the lineage of the heavy horse of Scottish industry and economy, pulling the wagons, ploughs, barges and coal ships that shaped the geographical layout of Falkirk. Apparently the name represents the mythological beasts that possessed the strength of 100 horses.
The weather on the drive home was beautiful, but of course this is the UK so it would be. I managed to arrive back for 3pm and start a cross-country run at 4pm. Although it’s 500 miles around the north coast of Scotland we managed to clock 1,400 miles, but I guess we forgot to take in the 834 miles from the start and the finish and at least we managed to get new brake discs and pads out of it. 😂 Have a great weekend my friends.