After the relocation of “Deirdre`s tear drop” we headed off to find some digs for the night. Once more we passed through some stunning landscapes until finally we stopped of in the little village of Kinlockleven. As we came down into the village it conjured up reminders of my youth with that smell hanging in the air all around of open fires burning wood and coal. The air was crisp as we got out of the cars with dusk moving in shortly and so we decided to stay at The Tailrace Inn. Once the bags were up into our rooms and we had chance to have a quick wash and change it was off for a quick pint, a bite to eat followed by a few more pints (whisky for me) and further discussions with Peter about the history of the stones, his time spent touring the highlands with his father stonelifting and about how a lot of the stones history all ties in with Scotland`s national identity and heritage.
As time ticked away the sandman came a calling and with heavy eyelids we decided to call it a day and off to our rooms we went to dream of deeds done and those still yet to follow.
Steven. A. Barlow© 2010