A day in Dingwall and Garve

Today we went to Dinwall where granny used to live when she was a pretty little girl like me.  We met her BFF's from primary school Marie and Ian (brother and sister).  Marie made yummy sandwiches and cakes that my daddy ate at lunchtime.

While they caught up with old times mum, dad and I went up to Tulloch Castle to see if we could get a room for Saturday and Sunday night (because dad hasn't pre-booked any accommodation we have nowhere to live after Saturday and we are meant to be here until Monday).  The building was beautiful and literally an old castle.  Imagine that, we could be sleeping in a real castle.   But we're not.  Dad's too cheap and there are too many stairs for granny to climb. So we could be on the streets of Inverness.  Good thing it's summer.

After Dingwall we went to see grannies primary school in Garve where she went to school, up to when she was seven and believe it or not,  the building is still standing.  We rang the school bell and ran before anyone could catch us.   There mustn't have been anyone there because granny runs about as fast as a hairy haggis and she still got away.

After the primary school we went to see the burial ground next to the school. As if it isn't bad enough having to hang around old people all this time, now they have me visiting dead people.

While in Garve we visited the Garve Lodge,  an old hunting lodge for the gentry of the time,  mum wanted to take dad there for an afternoon tea because she knows he loves all the old world private club stuff that he always dreams about but will never be a part of.

When we got there it was in ruins, but fortunately being renovated. 

The reason mum knew about this place was because she had been there 20 years before because granny used to live there with her mum, who worked there.

While there Granny tried to show mum where she wants to have her ashes scattered when she dies.  Old people talking about dieing when does the next train leave this place.