The bumpy road to the Highlands (continued)

Sorry to have left you hanging the way I did. I completely forgot the time and when I finally looked at the clock I saw that I was running late for my bus to Thurso. I was punished for my tardiness by getting my finger stuck between the key and the lock, but fortunately I managed to catch my bus.

Anyway, I don't think you really came here to read about the adventures of me and my blood blister and therefore I will continue my story.

So, yesterday I left you with us waiting for a reply from the innkeeper. 
With a sad smile he said that he was fully booked, but he would check for us. "It doesn't have to be comfortable," my mother said to the innkeeper's turned back.
We waited with our fingers crossed. Where the hell would we go if he didn't have a room for us?
Luckily we didn't have to wait long. The innkeeper came back smiling: he had a room for us! 

The next morning, after a sturdy breakfast, we hit the road again. But no matter how hard we tried, we could not find the deserted Castle Inn the directions mentioned. After some driving back and forth we decided it was best to ask someone for directions. 
Easier said than done: there aren't a lot of people around in the middle of nowhere. In the end we managed to find a forester who was happy to help. Although he had never heard of the Castle Inn, he did know the Kildermorie Estate where our cottage was. He warned us that the road would be very bad and full of potholes "Ah, but that's an adventure" he added with a wink. 

On we went, until we came upon the same gate as the night before. It looked less creepy in daylight, but the potholes were still huge and uninviting. Was this really the right way?
While we were deliberating wheter we would take this scary road, a car passed us. We jumped out and waved for it to stop: "Is this the road to the Kildermorie Estate?" 
Yes. This horrible road, which was not suited at all for a normal car, was the road we were to take. 

Slowly, very slowly, we ploughed on. Whincing whenever we hit a paticularly nasty pothole. Until finally, after about half an hour trying and sometimes failing to avoid potholes, we arrived at the Kildermorie Estate and our lovely cottage.

It was a very sweet cottage in the middle of nowhere. We didn't have internet, tv or cellphone reception. How absolutely wonderful!
And while I descended the stairs on my socks, I thought about how lovely our week would be here in the middle of... Woosh! I slipped and bump bump bump fell on my bum down the stairs.

And such was our bumpy beginning of a most wonderful week in the Highlands.