Last August I went once again up to Scotland and “raided” a few castles. One can’t really get enough of looking at once was place of royals and yet feel slightly disgusted when pondering on how others could have so much.
However, I imagine the contrast in these places couldn’t be too pronounced. Castles (or ruins of) build seemingly in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by immense lakes and the greenish and inhospitable slopes of the Scottish highlands. So it makes me think of the adaptability of humans, its deep desire of conquering not only nations but the nature itself.
Staying in Inverness, you can easily venture to the Urquarth Castle easily on public transport. That was exactly what I did, being lucky enough to get there in a day filled with sunshine.
This isn’t a castle anymore really. You’ll only see the remains of what once was indeed one and, despite the informational plaques telling you in which division of the “house” are you actually standing on, you’ll definitely have to use your imagination at its best to make sure you get a resemblance of a picture of what Urquhart castle actually was in its times.
But I found what was truly amazing about these ruins were the setting. The place. Overlooking the mysterious Loch Ness, you can see the castle was built in a strategic place where defence from enemies could be possible from the river, but also access to important routes.
And despite being surrounded of ruins telling so many centuries of agitated times, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the lake in front of me. The lake which has gain world fame due to the possible existence of a monster. And yet, from the first moment I witness those waters with my own eyes, it was if it those were the most beautiful waters I had laid eyes on. As if I had never seen lakes or waters of any sort in my life. Couldn’t stop photographing it. I felt attracted to it – those dark deep waters, indeed what secrets are they hiding?