Kingussie
Today is the occasion of my 27th birthday, which was marked by Andrea taking me to Kingussie as a surprise getaway. It’s a tiny place on the A9, heading towards Inverness, but although I was driving I wasn’t actually allowed to know where we were going, resulting in us taking a little longer to get there than we should have done.
The hotel was really nice, just a small little country house with perhaps 8 rooms (I honestly didn’t count), run by a large man who always wears a kilt and his wife (I mean it’s run by a man and his wife, not that he wears his wife). And for my American readers, no, this is not normal. We went for a walk around the village and then just sat inside and read the paper in the lounge before heading into the dining room for a lovely meal. The service was really personal and fast until we asked them to give us a minute after the main course before we got the dessert menu. An hour later we got dessert. I think they forgot about us.
But despite that it was a whole load of fun and certainly the best birthday in years.
