One more from Scotland before the
international break monthly review, and a highlight of my Highlands week.
My last pub before the last train back to Inverness, so a bit of a rushed effort in the Cairn Hotel in Carrbridge.
I really love visiting pubs in places I’ve never heard of (not Scotland).
708 people live here, of whom 704 are engaged in the two main activities of chainsaw carving,
and porridge making, with the village hosting the Golden Spurtle World Porridge Making Championships. But you knew that.
Come for the porridge, stay for the bridge, as the saying probably goes.
For £5 a young urchin will let American tourists take their Winnebago over the packhorse bridge, one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
It was severely damaged in the “muckle spate” of 1829 that also put an end to the careers of 18 GBG tickers.
If you squint,the bridge looks just like the actual Loch Ness Monster, which lives upthe road (#Believe).
The Cairn was never going to compete with the bridge for excitement, but it was clearly the hub of the village, filling up nicely at 5pm.
“Are you a CAMRA at all ?” said the nice landlady. Even looking at a handpump outs you as a CAMRA in Scotland.
I own up, got my 10p discount on another Wahoo, and grabbed the viewing table.
The Summit Smash was a cool and rich 3.5, yet more surprisingly good Scottish cask, and all was peace and quiet in an unfussy local.
Then the dogs arrived. What is this Scottish obsession with dogs ? What’s wrong with haggis ?
“There’s more doggies than there are humans !” exclaimed a lady eyeing up my table.
Suddenly, all was chaos as the barking started.
“Here, have my table“, bolting for the door.
Then I bolted back in for the Gents.