Glorious sunny morning. Sun came creeping over the mountains straight into the window. The breakfast good. Left 10.30. Trees and gorse beginning to turn yellow, brown, grey. Wonderful colouring. To Carrbridge easily, magnificent arch of the ancient bridge still standing, a great semi-circle. Much forestry work along here mostly Newfoundlanders.
Saw the place where the fire was last year, near the Slochd. Then Tomatin, where I had left Meg MacDougall [wartime curator of Inverness Museum] last year, and so Slochd summit, then down swiftly easily pleasantly to Moy, the island burial ground never to be used again, still and silent in the water. Then Daviot, carting oats on little tumbrels, a girl loading, just below the church. Sound of machine gun firing away in the hills. Row of “fairy hills”, little tumuli near
Culloden Moor. Then far and deep blue was Moray
Firth. Long swift easy run
down to Culcaback, past King David’s well and so to Inverness. Surprised to find it on 2pm. Had v. expensive lunch of sausages for 2/6,
then to see Meg. Glad to see me, but
wanted to talk politics all the time.
Mad on Labour Party affairs. Yet
she has no despondency and looks forward eagerly. Heard that a Jerry had been shot down off the
Firth that morning, and that full blackout remains here.
Had tea, cinema for 2 hours then to ARP and Police station to see Meg on duty. Introduced to Insp. Chisholm. Heard that 3 Germans have escaped from a camp in N. Riding.
Got room through Mrs G. at top of high building in
Church St. Felt rather ill tonight.
NB Cinema Attendant aged 60, German wife gave birth at 51 about 2 yrs ago.