The Trip Home

This will be a dull blog entry. Only so much you can say about sitting on a plane or sitting on a bus, right? LOL 

Dave and I were up early at 4:30 to get to Edinburgh airport and catch our flight to London. Everything went smoothly and we had some time to spare at Healthrow which was nice for a change. 

The flight from Heathrow to Boston though was delayed slightly because the tractor that pulls/pushes the plane away from the terminal broke down. It seems we had to wait forever for a new tractor to arrive, then we were on our way. 

The landing was a little odd feeling in Boston. We’re pretty sure it’s the one large bag we had that was marked “HEAVY!” that threw the plane off to one side. We lost 5 hours during the flight. 

We had a bit of a wait for the bus to Portland but it felt great to stand and get some fresh air after the flight. The bus arrived and the drive north on the I-95 began. We had a bus change in Portland, then arrived in Augusta around 8 p.m. Our bodies were telling us it was one in the morning Scottish time. Zzzzz….. 

Dave called for a taxi and upon arrival at the house, the first thing we noticed was the height of the grass in the lawn and the level of the stream. Wow! We’ve had some rain while we were gone. 

The house was safe and sound, I gave my mom a call and it was off to bed for us with wonderful memories of our trip to York and Scotland running through out heads. It was a whirlwind trip filled with many adventures, sites and sounds we’ll never forget…and we have the thousands of photos to prove it! 🙂 

Thanks for reading!

The Best for Last?

It was a sad morning as we packed up and had to say goodbye to our lovely little Scottish farm cabin. It was much cooler this morning, but Meg came to greet us at the door again. No walk this morning, but she did get several biscuits just for being so darn cute.

Helen picked us up and we set out for a southern trek to Elcho Castle. I had never heard of it before but it’s a true hidden gem and an out-of-the-way spot that’s worth the trip. 

Elcho Castle one of Scotland’s best preserved 16th-century tower houses, was built around 1560 by a member of the Wemyss family. There is little history attached to the castle other than it simply served as a fine country residence for the family and servants. This was very evident as we toured room after room with its own fireplace and latrine – something we haven’t seen even in royal residences. They truly did live the high life but were also able to design the building to be both comfortable and easily defensible. 

Dave and I loved this little jewel. It’s very out of the way and you have to literally drive through a farm to get to it. But it is so worth it. 

Then we drove to Dumfermline Abbey and Palace. Charles the 1st, King of England and Ireland was born here in November 1600. He was the last King to be born in Scotland. The old 12th century abbey is very dramatic and striking in its dark, heavy beauty and the stone work. The more modern church isn’t nearly as impressive but in 1329 AD: Robert the Bruce was buried at Dunfermline and he was re-interred in 1818 sans his heart which is buried at Melrose Abbey. 

We stopped for lunch here at the brilliantly pink-painted Abbots House. We sat outside in a beautiful setting surrounded by an herb garden with the Abbey stretching out behind it. The service and the meal weren’t great, but the setting sure was. 

It was later in the day now and we were running out of time, so Helen continued to drive south towards Edinburgh. We stopped at the coast and the Forth of Firth to get a close–up view of the two large bridges. Both are pretty impressive structures, but the older railroad bridge is of particular interest. 

The rail bridge was begun in 1883, took 7 years to complete, cost the lives of 63 men and nearly 3.5 million pounds of metal and used 10 times as much steel as the Eiffel Tower. It was deliberately chosen to look strong, due to the collapse 4 years earlier of the first Tay Bridge. Until 1917, when the Quebec Bridge was completed, the Forth Bridge had the longest single cantilever bridge span in the world. 

We stopped for some photos then Helen actually took us to her home in Cramond. It’s a beautiful neighborhood and we can see how raising her girls in this area had a lovely community entity. Dave and I got to see Afternoon Tea Tours’ International Headquarters and she invited us for tea, which we started outside in the sun, then soon moved inside due to being too warm in the sun. Helen generously shared her life with us and now her home. So much more than just a tour guide. She has a beautiful garden and I was not surprised to see a large ceramic sheep stature standing guard in her garden. Loved it! 

Now we reluctantly left this lovely local, struggled through traffic going in to Edinburgh, and Helen dropped us off at the Hilton. Since my brain aneurysm, I don’t cry as easily as I used to, but I was most definitely crying internally when Dave and I hugged Helen not once, but twice, each. It was very hard to say goodbye. I enjoyed traveling with a girlfriend for several days and she was much more than just a tour guide for Dave and I. 

Dave and I checked into the hotel, had a great dinner in their hotel restaurant and tried to get to sleep for an early morning tomorrow as we put an end to our first Scottish journey.

Sheepdogs, Waterfalls, and Fish n’ Chips

It was a peaceful, comfortable night at the cabin and warm temperatures and a sheepdog named Meg greeted us this morning. I had seen photos of Meg on Facebook and heard quite a bit about her from Helen. She belongs to the farm across the road and is a special, special dog in that she is a very loving and friendly sheepdog. Meg is also a hard working sheepdog.

She was resting outside the door of the cabin and I went to say good morning. Helen goes out for a lot of walks with Meg so I figured we’d try one too. As Meg, Dave and I set up for a short walk, I could hear a cat meow. I turned around and an adorable silver tabby cat came running down the drive for us then insisted on going on the walk too. Felt like we had a little family walking down the road. 

Helen arrived and because the weather was so nice, she took us to some outdoor attractions…and they were amazing attractions! 

Our first stop was the Queen’s View in Highland Perthshire. It overlooks Loch Tummel and is said to have been named after Queen Victoria, following her visit to the area in 1866, but most believe it was actually named after King Robert the Bruce’s wife, Queen Isabella in the 1500’s. 

As we were enjoying the fantastic view and taking photos a single Tornado fighter jet buzzed the overlook and freaked Dave and I out because it was literally at eye level it was so low! Helen says that happens quite frequently as they’re practicing maneuvers, but for Dave and I, it was most impressive…almost as impressive as that view! 

The next agenda item today was Dunkeld Cathedral in the lovely village of Dunkeld. It is approached on foot through the narrow streets of Dunkeld which lead you to the Cathedral’s ornate gates. With the River Tay on one side and open land leading to hills on the other, the setting is idyllic. 

It was built in stages between 1260 and 1501 and has suffered extensive battles and rebuilds. Dunkeld Cathedral is a building of two very distinct partd. Its east end is a rather attractive parish church still in use today; its west end, apart from the bell tower and chapter house, a roofless ruin with a grassy carpet. Unfortunately for us, the ruins are being worked on and we were not able to enter but only look in and take very strategically posed photos to avoid scaffolding. it was still beautiful and the surrounding views are lovely. 

As we were walking along one of the paths up from the river, we noticed a pretty kitty cat sleeping on one of the benches and he was very calm and loving. He became the Dunkeld Kitty to us. LOL It also reminded us of William the large cat at Rosslyn Chapel that we saw n Monday and the we had our third kitty this morning at the cabin. 

On our walk back through Dunkeld, we stopped for lunch at a great little spot called Spill the Beans cafe. We all had some tasty soup and sandwiches and their selection of teas and desserts was impressive. I got a tea to go (or Take Away as they call it) and picked out a piece of mint chocolate pie. 

The next round of spectacular scenery Helen showed us was The Hermitage. It’s a national landmark set up in the 1700’s with wooded paths, wonderful trees and the crown jewel being the spectacular views of Black Linn Falls. With a viewing building that opens up directly over the center of the falls, you couldn’t be in a better viewing position unless you flew over it. There are beautiful moss-covered trees and huge rocks that create a blanket of green over everything and it creates a very magically, woodland fairyland. 

Our last stop today was to visit Blair Castle, which has been the traditional home of the Earls and Dukes of Atholl and Clan Murray. The oldest part of the castle dates back to the 1200’s and is a wonderful example of the wealth and power this family has had. It was a popular spot with Queen Victoria and the guides within the castle were wonderful and VERY knowledgable. Although there are still private residences within the castle that would be lived in, the current Duke, does not live here, but lives in South Africa. 

The setting is wonderful with a long, straight, tree-lined entrance drive and because it’s all painted white, the castle truly stands out against the backdrop of the Cairngorms Mountains. There are also expansive gardens and we saw swans sitting on their nest and a stunning brilliant blue peacock. 

For dinner tonight, we opted for an easy dinner at the cabin. So, we stopped at a local fish n’ chip shop and Helen, Dave, and I sat out on the porch of the cabin listening to the stream, sheep, and the birds eatings our take out fish with a few drinks. 

As we were eating we had an opportunity to see Meg the sheepdog at work on the farm. She was helping to herd from cows into a separate pen. What a great show! 

Because we only had one more day left of our adventure with Helen, she left us with her comments book to sign and she gave us a lovely book on Scotland. And somehow, in and amongst all of the time she spent with us the last five days, she had two prints made of photos she took on our borders tour last Monday. The photos were of the touching rainbow that appeared while we were having tea and the other photo was of me admiring the rainbow out the window. I was very moved by the extremely thoughtful gifts and look forward to looking through the book she gave us and finding more areas I want to go in Scotland! 🙂 

After Helen left us, I then had to try and come up with words to express what our adventure with her in Scotland meant to us to write in the book. Not an easy task….I needed more wine! I think Dave and I came up with some good words. It’s difficult to put our feelings into words. I hope we succeeded.

Sheep, Castles, and Glens

How terrific to wake up to the spectacular view outside our window at Donan House. Eileen Donan castle set majestically on its island is something we’ll never forget. Dave was looking at it out the window when I woke up.

I asked him “Is the castle still there?” He whispered to me: “Yes, but there are invading Vikings attacking!!”. LOL

Dave wanted to get another look and took a walk down at the water’s edge. We weren’t able to see the castle at high tide, but even at low tide it was wonderful.

We had a very nice breakfast downstairs and chatted with one of the owners, Jim. He and his wife Dot, have a very special spot there and they were extremely nice.

It was turning out to be another lovely day. We have been so blessed with good weather so far. We would be having a slightly lighter schedule today, but we needed to get it started, so Helen and Moraig got us of our way.

The amount of spectacular scenery is just never ending and we were not disappointed today either. We drove through Glenshiels with a brilliant view of The Five Sisters of Kintail mountains and as we were driving, there was a sign warning to watch for Feral Goats, to which Helen replied “I’ve never seen a feral goat.” And sure enough, about five minutes later, we saw about a dozen of them grazing along the side of the road!

Our first major stop today was at Urquhart Castle on the shores of the infamous Loch Ness. No, we did not see Nessie, the sea monster, but we DID see one heck of a castle ruin, shrouded in fog, in a magical setting.

The fog didn’t dampen our spirits at all. In fact it kind of accentuated the experience and gave this castle a type of aura. Dave and I really loved this castle and we will not spoil the opening film you should see before going to the castle, but it is a MUST DO!

While walking through one part of the ruin, there were three or four windows deeply cut out of stone. We were actually just walking by them, when I happened to look down into one and there is one lonesome bat just hanging out by himself on the rocks. We all took photographs and pointed out the little guy to others. Normally, I don’t like bats, but he was all by himself, not flying and was outside in a deep window, so it didn’t. He was enjoying the castle like we were.

We stopped for lunch at the Urquhart cafe and all ended up getting scones. Yum! Then, in a stop at the gift store, Dave had the idea to buy our own sheep like Morag, so we did and eventually named him Duncan, Ironically, Morag was a gift to Helen from a tour customer a couple of years ago and she bought her at this same gift shop, which we did not know.

Our drive continued south to Fort Augustus where we viewed the Caledonian Canal and watched some boats going through the locks, then we took a walk along the canal to see the most southern tip of Loch Ness.

Loch Ness is pretty fascinating in both depth and length. Loch Ness’ deepest point, at 227 miles is more than TWICE the average depth of the North Sea. We stopped at a local grocery store here and picked up some goodies for breakfast since we would have to fend for ourselves for breakfast the next two mornings at Helen’s cabin.

Then we visited Lagen Dam with some pretty phenomenal mountains views reflected in the glassy, still water of Loch Lagen.

Dave and I are fans of the old BBC series called Monarch of The Glen. The series was from England, but set and filmed on location in Scotland. Once we knew we’d be near that area, we asked Helen if we could stop and get a view of three oft used locations.

The first one is a hilltop church and graveyard called Cille Choirill Church. It was used in a few funeral scenes and a few other scenes we remembered vividly. It’s set up on the side of a pretty step hill, but Helen got that new crossover vehicle up and we were rewarded with a beautiful afternoon to explore the grounds. It’s just a brilliant, and romantic spot. Of course, there were sheep!

As we drove down from the church Helen asked if Dave and I would say we’re in Monarch of The Glen country. We both said “Yes!” and she then produced the theme song from the series on her CD player! It was perfect, and just another personalized touch she added to our adventure that meant a great deal to us.

Our next stop on the Monarch Tour was to hopefully get a glimpse of the Ardivickie Estate that was the centerpiece of the entire series, very similar to Downton Abbey. It is a private residence not open for tours and you’re unable to see it from the drive it is on, so our only hope was good weather, few leaves on the trees, and hoping Helen could find a spot to pull over on the narrow roads once we got a clear view of it across Loch Lagan. All of the stars aligned (or was it all Helen?) and we had a terrific shot of what Dave and I know as Glen Bogle House.

Then a little further down the road we were able to see the Gatelodge or main entry gate to the estate. You can rent out the gate house and it’s like a mini version of the big house. It appeared they haven’t kept up its appearance since the series ended, but it’s still adorable and is featured in a lot of shows. Very glad we had the opportunity to see it.

We had a very nice dinner at the Moulin Hotel pub and shared a table for a bit with an older couple who were trying out their 20 foot motor home for the first time. The man seemed to like it, but his wife said “The jury’s still out.” LOL They also had two dogs with them in the pub, which we discovered is quite normal and accepted over there. Kind of nice, if they’re well behaved.

Helen owns a lovely little cabin next to a farm in the village of Killiecrankie, outside Pitlochry. Its formal name is The Lodge at Strathgarry. The river that runs by the area is the River Garry. As part of our tour, Helen is renting the cabin out to us for two nights and she’ll stay at a local B&B. It’ll be like we have our own country cabin in Scotland!

A winding, narrow road lead us to a small group of four Norwegan-made cabins sitting beside a babbling brook overlooking a pasture filled with sheep and baby lambs. Oh, and of course there was another spectacular view of hills. It was idlic.

Helen gave us a tour, turned on the heat, water, and their small electric fireplace and the warmth and coziness just oozed from every seam.

I, on the other hand, was oozing tired. Things had caught up with me and I had a hard time communicating and moving. LOL Helen, bless her heart, filled up two hot water bottles. She gave one to me on the leather sofa and put the other one in the bed to take the chill off, Then she made me a pot of tea, set out a plate of good Scottish shortbread and covered me up with a soft tartan blanket. Ahhhhh…how nice was that! I started to fade soon after Helen left us and quickly fell asleep.

25 Years in The Making

After a lovely breakfast at Viewfield House and a chat with its owner Hugh MacDonald, Helen picked us up and we set out to explore the south-west side of Skye before heading back to the main land.

Another fun sighting were the large, docile Highlander cattle. Helen told us they come in six colors and I think we saw them all in this trip. They certainly are imposing creatures as they mosey along in their fields.

We passed two flat-topped mountains called MacLeod’s Tables. Helen told us a fabulous story about the MacLeod chieftain offering a dinner to traveling clan chiefs with his own men circling the tops of each mountain with torches. Must have been an impressive sight.

Helen drove us to an area called Waternish where we stopped at the ruins of St. Mary’s church and a graveyard. The church was originally built in the 1500’s. High up on a hill behind the church was a stone erected in 2000 called the Duirinish Stone. For some reason the path leading up to the church was calling my name and I felt compelled to follow it. Twice along the path I felt I should probably stop due to a steep incline or muddy path, but I continued to the top. It was a beautiful view, but horribly windy and and cool, so I didn’t linger.

We wandered around the remarkable graveyard that was heavily used by the Clan MacCleod. It was a beautiful spot and Helen said it was quite an unusual graveyard due to the hilliness. Some of the words written on the tombstones were very eloquent and it was a wonderful setting.

Helen then took us to a broch. Dave and I had no idea what this was, so we were intrigued after she told us what it was. Dun Beag is a broch, one of around five hundred to be found across mainly the north and west of Scotland. Brochs were built in the last centuries BC and the first centuries AD. So, they’re older than castles. We walked up a fairly steep hill in some pretty dramatic winds, but it was worth it when we arrived at the top.

It seems that most Iron Age, land-owning families lived in these kinds of stone structures. They would have had several levels for storage, food, and daily living. It’s a fascinating structure and one probably few people in the U.S. are aware of.

We worked up an appetite climbing that hill and stopped for lunch at a hikers hotel/restaurant. We were certainly feeling like hikers at this point, but the group of husky, well-built, outdoorsy men sitting at three or four tables appeared to be the real deal.

Dave tried a tasty soup called cock a leekie, which is basically chicken (cock) and leeks (leekie). He loved it! Another Scottish winner. There was a lovely bridge across from the restaurant with a great view, although fog was covering the mountain tops, it was still fabulous and we took many photos.

Now came the moment Dave had been waiting 25 years to see: Eilean Donan castle! The first time he visited Scotland, there was a mix up in travel plans and he never got to it. It was very disappointing and he was REALLY looking forward to seeing it on this trip. We were even staying in a guest house that is literally across the street.

We walked over to the castle and Dave was just like a little boy, then to add to the excitement a helicopter and police boat were doing drills on dropping people into the boat and picking them up again. I had to admit watching this WAS exciting, but it got old after awhile and there was a castle waiting!

The castle was founded in the thirteenth century, and became a stronghold of the Clan Mackenzie and their allies the Clan Macrae. In the early eighteenth century the Mackenzies were involved in the Jacobite rebellions, which led to the castle’s destruction by government ships in 1719. The present buildings are the result of twentieth-century reconstruction of the ruins. But even though you know a good deal of it was rebuilt somewhat recently, it was still really fascinating and well done.

Above the main entrance is a Gaelic inscription which in translation reads: “As long as there is a Macrae inside, there will never be a Fraser outside”, referring to a bond of kinship between the two clans. Despite scaffolding setup for some re-work, the castle is beautiful. As we exited the castle, we discovered a group of Scottish dancers in the parking lot (car park) who were dancing in normal plain clothes to Scottish songs, mainly the song “Eilean Donan”. They were going to historic spots and dancing. Great fun!

We ate dinner in town at a local pub that had some slow service, they we headed to Donan House, our hotel for the night with possibly the best view of the castle. Our room had THE view and Dave was beyond thrilled when it finally became darker out (not until about 9:45) and they flood lit the castle, Really beautiful!

Glens, Lochs, and Legends

Our journey north and west started with some sun, so that was promising, but we were learning the Scottish weather is as unpredictable this week as a moth’s flight path. 

We ate the wonderful lemon muffins and scones for breakfast that we bought at Forsyth’s Tea Room yesterday. They were very tasty! We picked up around the apartment and said goodbye to Edinburgh. Helen picked us up around the block and we were on our way! 

As we drove out of Edinburgh and in and around daily traffic, we were reminded that Edinburgh is a thriving, modern community in and amongst great history. Dave and I also noticed the extremely tricky, roundabouts (or rotaries) and we were both glad Helen was driving. 

Helen is great fun, and an excellent guide mixing historical information and personal stories about the areas we stop at, viewed, and drove through. She feels it’s the journey that is important, not so much the destination and boy, is that ever the case in this kind of country. 

Our first stop today was Doune Castle in the village of Doune. The semi-ruin is a wonderful representation of a late-medieval 1300’s stronghold and an example of the power and wealth of Robert Stewart, the Duke of Albany. He lived like royalty and they called him the “uncrowned king”. You can tell throughout the castle that he had extensive wealth, even in its shell. Really wonderful. 

Dave and I were both impressed with how large and extensive this castle is and we both agreed it was better than we were expecting. The movie MONTY PYTHON’S HOLY GRAIL was filmed extensively here inside and out and they most certainly take advantage of that notoriety in the gift shop and for the audio tour. Terry Jones from Monty Python narrates the recorded audio tour. They interject bits of sound effects throughout the tour as only Python can do. It makes for a very entertaining and informational tour. 

The sun was still out and our tour continued north and west. I remembered a little goody bag that Beth had given to me when we were in their store the day before with specific instructions for us to open it with Helen when we were on the road. So I grabbed it and opened it. There was a lovely note for us to have a wonderful journal and a small package of Scotch Whiskey Fudge. Quite tasty! 

We drove past Stirling Castle where we had been two days ago and info a part of the country known for beauty and rugged landscapes. Little did we know just how MUCH beauty and just how much rugged we would encounter. 

Each glen and loch we passed created a new landscape and Helen was wonderful with letting us know what we were looking at and its place in Scottish history or lore. As we entered the area known as The Trossachs, Helen put in a CD of Scottish Movie Themes, so as we were going through Rob Roy country, we were listening to Rob Roy’s movie theme, VERY effective and helped set the “mood”. 

Every spot was dramatic in one way or the other and as Helen was describing the area of Rannoch Moor we came upon it and were stunned at how vast, dramatic, rugged and beautiful it was all at once. 

Helen indicated the “marsh” area is actually peat fields and it can become quite muddy. Helen is a walker (we call them hikers in the U.S.) and said one really has to know what you’re doing if you’re walking on that kind of terrain. 

Next up was Glen Coe. Glen means valley and loch means lake. At the entrance to the Glencoe Pass we stopped at a beautiful waterfalls then proceeded to view the glen. There was a stunning area of three mountains called The Three Sisters where Clan McDonald lived. They used to hide their cattle in between two of the mountains called The Lost Valley. Just spectacular scenery. Then we start imagining the difficulties living in such surroundings and the hardships they had to endure….but then again, most didn’t know better, so they were used to it. 

More than 300 years after the event, Glencoe’s name is still synonymous with the brutal slaughter that occurred there in the early hours of February 13, 1692. Thirty-eight men, women, and children, all MacDonalds, were murdered in cold blood by troops carrying out government orders. We saw the area where the signals were given to begin the massacre. Very sad. 

We stopped at the Glencoe visitor’s center for a wee big of Mackie’s Icecream, Helen says they’ve been around for years and it’s a Scottish tradition to have some, Delicious! 

As we continued on our way around the Trotternish Peninsula and around Loch Linnhe, Helen wanted to stop at artist Bill Lawrence’s studio to make a purchase. She said WE didn’t have to buy anything, but Dave ended up buying 6 photo greeting cards that Bill’s wife Susie had done on film, not digital and we bought a lovely B&W drawing Bill did many years ago. He’s very talented at pen & ink and colored pencil. Really special drawings and he and his wife were very sweet to us. 

Our final adventure stop for the day was at Glenfinnan Monument. It’s a statue of, and monument to, Prince Charles Edward and the Jacobites who followed him. The location for the monument is significant because that’s where Bonnie Prince Charlie landed by boat in 1745. It’s also a remarkably beautiful spot on Loch Sheil. 

Dinner was at a local restaurant and our overnight accommodations were at the lovely Dailanna Guest House in Fort William overlooking Locheil to the hills of Ardgour. Florence our host was lovely and the house couldn’t have been more comfortable with an amazing view to boot!

To The Palace, Please!

After a good nights sleep in our new surroundings, Dave went across the street and brought back breakfast and I stayed in finishing off the croissants and jam that Beth & Fiona left us. The sun was out and it appeared it would be a nice day. One forgets you’re in Scotland, however! 

Dave and I turned right when we exited the apartment and headed up the hill for our first stop at the impressive and imposing Edinburgh Castle…located on castle rock. 3,000, yes, I said 3,000 years of history are hidden away in the mighty royal castle set upon volcanic rock. The oldest part of the existing castle is St. Margaret’s Chapel, built by her son in 1130. It’s a beautiful, but tiny chapel where weddings can still be held today…with only about 16 guests. 

Despite the fact the castle is naturally well defended being built on such a steep, rocky hill, it has been captured and recaptured several times, which results in its changing role throughout history. Obviously, with the castle’s imposing height over the city, the views it affords of the dwellings and skyline below are spectacular. 

There is even a small dog cemetery where regimental mascots or soldiers dogs have been buried since 1881. 

The most prized possessions at the castle are the “Honours”, or Crown Jewels of Scotland. The Crown, Sceptre, and Sword of State. They were first used together during the coronation of Mary Queen of Scots in 1543 and have too long an eventful history to go into here. But it’s very special to see them. No photos allowed though. 😦 

The rain moved in swiftly and everyone was seeking shelter in any indoor venue possible, Dave and I ventured into the Great Hall where a musician was demonstrating 15th century instruments and music. It was very entertaining and we were able to see some fascinating instruments we have never seen before. 

We were also able to view the room where Mary Queen of Scots gave birth to her son James in 1566. James would become heir to two thrones: not only the Scottish one, but also to the English because Mary’s cousin, Queen Elizabeth I would remain childless. Prince James would one day rule as James VI of Scotland and James I of England. The last true king of Scotland. 

Dave and I grabbed a quick bite to eat on the castle grounds, then made our way back down the Royal Mile to our apartment where I changed into my rain jacket and hat. We then walked down to visit Beth and Fiona at their store and had a nice chat. They’re a lot of fun and very caring. 

Our continued trek down the mile passed by the relatively new and thoroughly (in our opinion) ugly Scottish Parliament building. It is beyond us, how in this city of such classic and traditional architecture, such a modern building could be constructed. Just sayin’. 

We reached the bottom of the Royal Mile and our final destination – The Palace of Holyroodhouse. This is the official home of Her Majesty The Queen in Scotland as well as the rest of the royal family. Last year we would not have been able to tour it because members of the family were staying there, so we were glad they stayed away this time! 

I had done a lot of reading on Mary Queen of Scots last year and was particularly interested in seeing her pubic and private rooms here. I was disappointed no photos were allowed, but we were able to view some very special areas and pieces of history. 

Seeing Mary’s bed chambers and her state bed, which underwent extensive restoration and is now displayed under low lighting and in glass was impressive. Also, the room where her secretary, and rumored lover David Rizzio was murdered by her husband, Lord Darnley, is also marked by a plaque where his body was discovered after a group of people working with Darnley stabbed Rizzio 56 times. 

Also in that room are needlepoint pieces actually done by Mary Queen of Scots. Amazing items when you consider that many of them were complete in the 1500’s. 

The palace itself is a beautiful place. Not as extravagant as Buckingham Palace or Windsor Palace in England. If something this grand can be called “homey” that’s what I’d call it in the grand scheme of palaces. LOL And you cannot beat the setting with the mountains directly around it and a beautiful garden. I could live there easily with only a staff of three, one of whom would be a gardener, of course. 

The next stop, around the palace were the ruins of a 12th century abbey. Many construction problems in the following years, as well as destructive raids from those pesky English were its eventual downfall. What remains is a very romantic and picturesque setting. 

As Dave and I exited the grounds, we then realized we had the task of walking back UP the hill of the Royal Mile. Okay…lets go! We stopped in for dinner tonight at The World’s End across from the apartment. I had venison sausage and mashed potatoes with carmalized onions in a red wine gravy and Dave had their roast lamb dinner. We washed all this down with Belhaven Ale again. YUM! 

Of course, as I write this between 8 and 9 p.m., the sun came back out. That fickle Scottish weather. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!