I’m back today with Part 2 of my trip to Scotland. Every time I look through these photos I feel so nostalgic. I can honestly say I would pack up and move to that country. It was that perfect. Now, Dad, don’t get too excited. I refuse to put Peanut in quarantine for half a year. He and I both would have nervous breakdowns. (They quarantine domestic animals for six months before allowing them into the country. Safe, but too much time without Little Man makes me sad.)
So, here we are with days 3-5!
(Please excuse crazy hair and badly lit photos. It was a windy week!)
Katewell Croft is old Monroe land. This is where most of my family was located prior to their immigration to the US in the 1700s.
Terrible photo, but you get the point!
Ladies and gentlemen, my humble abode…
if 30+ generations of Monroes kick it before I do. Or should I say my brother’s future abode…
Chief Thomas. That’ll be the day. He’s the most direct descendant left.
Foulis Castle, home of the Chieftan of Clan Munro.
Uncle Hugh’s ONE picture of the whole trip!
Our Clan Chief, Hector Munro, sharing all the many tartans Munros are allowed to wear.
Jud and I found this too funny!
The old kitchen found under the modern kitchen.
The back courtyard.
Inside the castle’s defensive towers.
All hail the Chief!
With Aunt Sue
The eagle is found on all Munro crests and emblems.
We made a quick stop at Neptune’s staircase.
While we didn’t see Nessie, I did manage to get left in the gift shop on the side of Loch Ness.
Seriously. They went up the mountain and left me!
This was such a super cute village!
The obligatory fish and chips of the UK.
Glencoe at dusk.
Here we (I) are being attacked by midges. Google them and you’ll feel sorry for me!
Our trip to Stirling Castle.
That’s the Wallace Monument (aka Braveheart) off in the foggy distance.
Foggy across the valley, sunny in my face.
I tried to preach, but no one listened…
Jud was fascinated with the ceilings in all the castles, but particularly in Stirling.
The tapestries made in Scotland are fabulous.
Can’t you just imagine us as the King and Queen of Scotland?
This is the former throne of Mary Queen of Scots.
We journeyed onward to the first of THREE golf courses. There are over 150 in Scotland alone.
Welcome to St. Andrews, home of the PGA of Scotland.
The North Sea
Notice the tower on the right? Judson and I had to climb the tiniest, most narrow staircase ever. I kept hitting my head on concrete and my knees on the stairs in front of me. Just to take photos from the top.
Apparently I did not get any sense knocked into me.
My thighs are on fire, but we got a picture from the top with the North Sea behind us.
St. Andrews University
(think William and Kate)
And last but not least of the day was Falkirk Wheel.
We ended our journey from Glasgow to the North Sea and back with traditional haggis.
I did eat it.
If you missed my post on Scotland Days 1-2 you can find it here.
More to come!