Book two of my Highland Chiefs series, Promised to the Highlander, is set in the north Highlands, primarily in Tongue. Needless to say visiting Scotland a second time, and during edits on book two, I was anxious to get all the way up there to scope out the landscape and visit the ruins of Castle Varrich.
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Driving up there was interesting as most of the drive past Dingwall was single track road and so shifting with my left hand between first, second, and third for a couple of hours wasn’t the greatest on my back.
We arrived there just a little before suppertime and when I realized the footpath leading up to the ruins was just on the other side of our guest house, bags were dropped and we headed straight up.
The first thing that struck me while walking up was the bloody midges. This was really the first time I can honestly say I was irritated by them. And they were out in the millions. Of course in my excitement to sit at the castle ruins I left the bug dope in the car…speaking of dope (smacks forehead).
Luckily the kyle side of the castle had a small breeze, just enough to keep the midges away. Not so much on the Tongue side. So my pictures are few and my video is a little shaky. Forgive me?
In my story, Varrich is a little bigger, but true to historical assumption, was used as a watchtower by the MacKays to keep an eye out for friend and foe. I could see why. It’s perfectly situated.
I totally messed up my video inside the castle so I won’t bother posting it here. It’s hard to describe standing at a place you’ve dreamed about, visited virtually, and written about. When you place characters somewhere you carry a little bit of that place inside you as if some small part of it belongs to you. I really thought I’d be more emotional once I got there but alas, the midges had other ideas. Plus I was tired. And wanted a beer.
My impression of Tongue? I’d go back in a heartbeat. The people are lovely, the landscape is breathtaking, and I am so glad my research revealed this gem in the Highlands. We stayed at a guest house called Tigh-Nan-Ubhal pronounced Tie-na-ool, translation, House of Apples. Lovely spot. Owner is fabulous, and they served the best scottish brekky during the whole trip. Perfection. Will be back someday.
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