30 years ago, in the weekend that it looked I might be conscripted to fight the first Gulf war (we really did think that), I flew up to Edinburgh to meet a girl called Siobahn (i.e. Shivawn) I’d met on the Christian dating site.
We drove up to Cromarty the next day, the furthest I’d travelled since passing my test 6 months previously, and although the Black Isle impressed, exhaustion and terror were ever present.
But now we were back, and to be honest I couldn’t remember it at all.
Those things sticking up in the sea are actually Nessie detectors, as you can see from the aerial view.
“Historic Cromarty” has an 18th century tourist map, and even older buildings.
Such a shame about the pub (to follow).