Inverness, I am told, means “mouth of the Ness,” and so it is. It is also the largest city at this latitude in the whole of Great Britain. We arrived here late on Wednesday the 5th, in time to talk a nap and then to walk the city at dusk. We had dinner at a decent Italian restaurant, then walked some more.
Lots of lanes in this little city. Lots. Not always called a lane, there are nevertheless a whole bunch of little lanes spurring off the main roads.
I will post some more pictures of Inverness’ lanes tomorrow.