from glasgow to inverness. from inverness to culloden where the place crawled with my colleagues. from culloden to the canal in inverness where a chatty essex man took us on a boat. off the boat. from inverness to the river fleet where two gents explained what we were looking at. from the river fleet to embo where a striking danish woman was counting seals which basked on the sand banks nursing their tiny pups. to dornoch to look at the sea. to the hotel to eat well. back to the beach for a bonfire while the sun refused to set and a discussion about feminism which ended in a whisky for the bloke and a baileys for the lady.