Haggis Hunting in the Highlands
The plan seemed so simple, a long jubilee weekend in scotland to hunt some haggis...how little we realised what we had let ourselves in for.
On arrival in Edinburgh, Popodom got a little too friendly with one of the locals, by the name of June, we think it was human, but we're not 100%. We were far too frightened to take a photograph (especially after the demonstration of the vicious kick from her 'dainty size four's' nanometres from Simon's nose),all I can give is an 'artist impression'.
We hurriedly left Edinburgh on the next train leaving Popodoms new 'girl'friend firmly behind.
On arrival at Inverness it was time for a little Nessie spotting. Only S-Division could lose the biggest lake in the British Isles, whilst taking one of Dan's 'short cuts'. After a detour through bogs, jungle and crossing a few streams (as demonstrated by Popodom below), we finally made it to Urquhart Castle.
As countless others before us we miserably failed to spot Nessie. Although in our case, as shown by the photo below there could be another reason for this?
After our epic travels of the day before, a day doing nothing in Inverness was called for. Well apart from hijacking a ghost walk and taking it on a pub tour of Inverness. Followed by blagging our way to free food and drinks, all to the sound of eighties TV music.
We left the big city lights of Inverness behind us and headed North to our home for the next few nights, Carbisdale Castle.
We set off into the wilderness the next morning to hunt down some haggis. A combination of factors, such as keeping the map in a bag, due to the rain and therefore taking lots of interesting detours, or climbing the next mountain, because it looked bigger, meant that our 12, possibly 15 mile jaunt, turned into a 24 mile hike. The views from Carn Salachaidh across to the Kyle of Sutherland and Strath Carron (translates to death valley), do sort of give the impression this was not the best place to get topographically challenged!! More importantly we still didn't find any haggis and had crippled Popodom and exhausted Dan in the process.
Despite these little difficulties we still managed to go for a short stroll (12miles) the next day. Not only was James able to indulge himself in some rock throwing...
but we also encountered lots of wild haggis. Unfortunately the official hunting season is mid January (the week before Burns Night), so rather disappointingly we had to let them all go.
