Invergorden

Invergorden Scotland.

Awaken at 6:45 with a sore throat of the left side only. Raoul is good to me. He brings tea, lemon and honey. I order oatmeal with almond milk and Dan gets the salmon scramble.

We debark into town. Our goal is a stroll, a lunch and a tour of Glenmorangie. In a charity shop I try on a plaid woolen skirt and buy it for $10. Then a plaid plate for Mary in a Ramsay plaid.

Dan leads us to the Seafarer's Center in a Presbyterian church where we are served tea and shortbread. We stroll back to Crazy Horse Cafe with a local where

We enjoy lentil soup and a cheese scone which is huge!

At the bus stop a lady says you need'n t go to Glenmorangie, there is a distillery in town, Whyte MacKay. We walk there a good two miles. My blister has a blister! The sign says, " no tours". We limp back to the ship and pour a wee dram of Johnnie Walker Red. We be resting our feet now. And reading. Dan's breath softens to a snore. I set the alarm for three pm and join him.

We awake in time for theScottish Folkloric: vocal, bagpipes and dancers who do the hornpipe.

At sunset, we have a cocktail and listen to an art auction. Amazing! Paintings go for $4,000. In minutes. I am intrigued by the descriptions of Chagall's art.

Now dinner, the salmon grav lax and a double portion of asparagus with a bacon balsamic reduction for my entree. A creme brûlée rounds out the meal.

Sunset is heavenly!

We settle into some Nexus , joining Kathy and John. They are hyper, and hurry off. We move to a classical bar and talk with the Ukrainian server. Then another couple emerges on stage and we dance to Autumn Leaves and go to bed:)