The sleeper arrived early into Inverness which gave me a fifteen minute window to wander around the town centre. The sky was clear but only just getting light, with a few wisps of red cloud sitting on the horizon. It was cold and grey, but the air was crisp. I did feel like I’d stepped off the train into a foreign country; I think that’s partially the effect of the sleeper train. When you’ve slept on a journey it gives the impression that you’ve travelled much further than you actually have.
My brief time in Inverness quickly drew to a close, as I had to head back to the station to get my next train: A service that will carry me across the highlands to Kyle of Lochalsh (feel free to look it up on a map – I had to yesterday) and back again – effectively a cross-country trip from the east coast of Scotland to the west.
The Muscovy Duck 