Today we arrived in the village of Dunkeld, notable for its history within the context of the Jacobite Uprisings of the 18th century but for little else. Dunkeld sits at the gateway to the Highlands, west of the Mearns and right at the place where the land starts to change from gently rolling meadows to steep foothills and violent rivers. I have so many thoughts about the passion of the people who live here, so much to say that I am going to take a couple days to reflect for the time being. Tomorrow we'll be traveling to Inverness and staying at the Thistle Hotel, from where we will be taking an afternoon trip to the battlefield at Culloden. Never a dull moment, but I'll try to gather my thoughts and present something more reflective tomorrow.
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