Maya's Mercato

One of my favorite days during our trip to Scotland was spent on the Black Isle (from Inverness you drive over the Kessock Bridge across the Moray Firth).  There are loads of wee villages strung along the coast line.  My grand-dad lived in Fortrose when we were growing up.  Many a happy childhood memory is brought back to mind when on the Black Isle.

The Plough Inn is a pub that serves lunch.  When were were kids on holiday, Mum and Dad would bring us here for lunch.   We’d choose the music to be played in the juke box and hold our pints of coke in both hands.  Ahhh, it was really fizzy back then.  This time, I replaced the pint of coke for a good old pint of lager.  Delicious.

The Plough Inn is in Rosemarkie.  A lovely village with little cottages squashed cheek to jowl along the roadside.  If I ever went back to Scotland to live, I’d buy a cottage like this and jump into village life with gusto.

Often times, you can see dolphins in the Moray Firth, but not this day.  Maya had a blast digging in the sand and exploring the rock pools. 

Phone boxes are becoming a rare sight these days.  I loved seeing this one stuck on the end of the street (which had a fish n’ chips shop where my sister and I would be allowed to buy 10p worth of chips while visiting our Grand-dad on a Sunday afternoon).

 And this was my Grand-dad’s house. 

I just liked the way the light was hitting this window in the late afternoon.

Hope you enjoyed my little jaunt down memory lane