Not the northern lights
When we lived in Inverness (1999-2003), moving there only days after we got married, Jane and I were told that if we stood at Chanonry Point between Fortrose and Rosemarkie on the Black Isle we would be able to see dolphins.
We visited Chanonry Point between Fortrose and Rosemarkie on the Black Isle fairly frequently during our three-and-a-half years in Inverness and not once did we see dolphins, there or elsewhere.
Many of our visitors, on our recommendation, also stood at Chanonry Point between Fortrose and Rosemarkie on the Black Isle and returned in the evening with excited tales of how they’d seen dolphins. Lots of them, leaping in and out of the Moray Firth. “You should see them!” they would enjoin us.
“We’ve been trying!” we would tell them, “but they are never there!”
But that would spur us on to once again visit the Black Isle, to stand at Chanonry Point between Fortrose and Rosemarkie. Only to find ourselves once again standing for an hour staring at an empty inlet of the North Sea before disappointedly trudging back across the Kessock Bridge and home again. (Not that you can ‘trudge’ in a car, but it sounds more tragic.)
Another thing I’ve never seen, but have always wanted to, is the Northern Lights (aurora borealis). I bet I never get to see that either. The closest I’m going to get is this rubbish photo. I have no idea what it is, but to me it’s my own, personal aurora borealis.
And if you look really closely you can probably see dolphins there too.
I can’t, of course, but I bet you can!
