Inverness Quotes

“An aged lady in Inverness has often narrated to the writer the delight with which, in her youth, she used to visit the Blue House, when it was the abode of a gentleman known as 'Mr. Munro, Grenada'... There were beautiful gardens and a delightful conservatory attached to the house, but the real delight of the young people, who sometimes went there on a Saturday... was a room filled with foreign birds of brilliant plumage, having among them a parrot of such remarkable powers as had never been equalled by any parrot in Inverness.”
― Isabel Harriet Grant Anderson, Inverness before Railways

“The country smelt of blood; reeked of it. For miles and miles round Inverness, where the search for fugitives was hottest, burnt hovels and blackened walls made blots upon the tardy green of spring. Women went about, white-faced and silent, trying to keep from their eyes the self-betraying consciousness of hidden terrors; each striving to forget the peat-stack on the moor where some hunted creature was lying, the scrub in the hollow that sheltered some wounded body, the cranny in the hill to which she must journey painfully after dark with the crusts in her apron.”
― Violet Jacob, Flemington