About twelve years ago, my Music Man and I spent two weeks in the UK. We didn't have a plan, nor did we have reservations (except for our three nights in London)–but we did rent a car.

We drove from London to Bath, then through the Cotswolds and into the Lake District where we spent an extra night at a great little inn. After that, we drove into Wales, starting at the southern end and then up and into the north, stopping at all of the medieval castle ruins we could find. (Loved it!)

By the time we got to Scotland, we'd been on the road for over a week, and I'd read all of the books I'd brought with me. I fell in love with the rugged beauty of the Highlands, and we spent an entire day driving from the southernmost end of Scotland up along Loch Ness to Inverness.

We didn't have a place to stay, or any plans…only a list of B&Bs and inns. So when we got to Inverness, after a looooong day of driving, we were exhausted and cranky. Yet, none of the inns I'd highlighted in the guide book appealed to us, and I didn't want to stay in the city. There was nothing in Inverness.

So it was after seven pm when we drove out of the little city, heading north to goodness knows where, hungry, tired, and annoyed, and just by the most serendipitous of accidents found Bunchrew House.

A lovely little estate house had been turned into a B&B, right on the shore of a small firth. It was elegant and tasteful, set away from the city of Inverness and the road that went by it….

We loved it. It was the highlight of our trip, and we stayed there for two nights. The food was fabulous, the accommodations lovely and private and romantic.

The next day, we went back into Inverness with a much more cheery attitude. I wanted to see if I could replenish my stock of reading material–as I said, I'd finished everything I'd brought with me and even though we were doing a lot of sight-seeing, I still read a lot on holiday.

So we went into the little Waterstone's bookstore in Inverness and I bought three Amanda Quick books that I had never read. 

As I said, then, we spent two nights at Bunchrew House and the headed back down to England and then home.

I tell you all this because the coolest thing happened. I got an email from Meardaba, one of my regular blog visitors. She wrote that she had been in Scotland over the weekend, and had found my book in Waterstone's in Inverness (and also Glasgow)!

She took a picture to send to me. 

Is that not the coolest thing?