The past 10 days have been an emotional roller coaster, and a culinary and logistical nightmare.
Daddy had a mild heart attack a week ago Thursday. Mom can't stay alone at night, so I packed a bag and went to stay with her (and of course, to see Daddy). He had a cardiac catheterization on Friday, which revealed a 70% blockage of the largest artery in the heart. They were concerned that the dye from the cath would damage his kidneys (which are already in sad shape) enough to force him onto dialysis. Thankfully, that did not happen. However, the blockage means he will need to be on Aspirin and Plavix. This poses a problem becuase he is allergic to aspirin, and as long as he is on Plavix, he can't have a kidney transplant. I spent the next 3 days eating unhealthy breakfast sandwiches, hospital cafeteria lunches and deli sandwich dinners, with the occasional chocolate for comfort.
After spending the weekend at Mercer, just being monitored, they shipped him out on Monday to the University of PA in Philadelphia. This is where his kidney specialists are, so they could consult with the cardiologists. Also, they are able to do a procedure where they give tiny amounts of aspirin, slowly increasing it, to desensitize the body to the aspirin allergy. He got settled into a room on the cardiac stepdown unit, and Mom and I spent the night at the hotel across the street. More hospital cafeteria food and sandwich shop fare, and the chocolate got more frequent.
Tuesday was pretty much a "hurry up and wait" day, as the allergist didn't make an appearance until after 5pm. I had told Mom I had to go home that night and restock my clothing, meds, etc., so we headed out, opting to skip dinner in favor of some ice cream on the way home. It felt soooo good to sleep in my own bed!
Wednesday we headed back down to U of PA. They moved Daddy to CCU and did the aspirin procedure, and it went fine. He will now have to take aspirin every day until the kidney transplant, and Plavix for one month. After the transplant, he can go back on the Plavix to stay. Around dinnertime, Deb arrived. I have never been so happy to see anyone in my life! I could feel my stress level drop as soon as she got out of the limo. We went right up to Dad's room and stayed until visiting hours ended at 8. We then went down to the cafe for dinner, knowing that they are open until midnight. Well, we found out that "real" food is only served until 7, so our options were hotdogs or premade tuna sandwiches. OK, so we will go to the sandwich shop across the street, which is open til 9. We were walking across the bridge from the hospital and noticed that the sandwich shop was dark. Hmmmm. Why? On entering the hotel lobby and hitting the button for the elevator, we got the answer. The hotel service guy came up and informed us that the elevators were not working, and that they were experiencing a power failure, having only emergency lighting. Ugh!
Now, Deb was jet lagged and exhausted, and no way could we get ourselves, let alone Mom, up 13 flights of stairs to the 17th floor! The service guy was very helpful, and directed us to a conference rooom with chairs and tables, and he gave us the number of a local pizza place. I called and ordered the pizza, asking them to deliver it to the lobby, and I could walk down one flight to get it. Meanwhile, the power came back on and we were able to get up to our room. I went down and collected the pizza, and we had a pizza party in the room. Not the best pizza I ever ate, but it did the trick.
Thursday was stent day. Poor Daddy had nothing to eat all day, but told us to go ahead and get lunch and come eat in the room with him. He was supposed to go down at 1, but they had an emergency and some other delays, so it was 6 pm by the time they came for him. We went down to the sandwich shop for dinner, and then came back and sat in his room until he returned, about 9:00. They had had a hard time getting the cath in, and then his blood pressure dropped really low, and they used more dye than they had hoped, so they were concerned about his kidneys again. The study showed that the blockage was more like 90%, but they did get the stent put in. Plus he had to lie flat on his back for hours, so he was very uncomfortable. I was reluctant to leave, but we had no choice, so headed back to the hotel. None of us slept very well..
Friday morning Deb and I ran over to visit briefly before I had to leave to go get Danny at camp. We were delighted to see him standing up at the bedside! He was feeling much better, and his labs showed his kidneys had come through just fine, thank God! By the time Mom and Deb got back down to see him at lunchtime, he had been told he would be able to come home on Saturday. We had alot to celebrate! Danny and I stopped for subs for lunch, and he had requested pizza for dinner on his first night home. He changed his mind to a meatball parm sub, which we split.
Saturday was the great homecoming celebration, and I baked a rhubarb pie. Of course we had to have vanilla ice cream on top. The main meal of hamburgers and corn on the cob was probably the healthiest thing I've eaten all week!
So now the crisis has passed, and all my old bad eating habits have returned. I am going out for lunch tomorrow, we are having dinner with friends, and we leave for Cape May in 2 days, which is always a food fest. Then Friday we go for a long weekend with Mom and Dad for their 50th Anniversary. So proper eating is not looking to likely for at least the next week or so. At the rate I'm going, I will burst out of all my clothing by then.
Weight control would be SO much easier if real life didn't get in the way...
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Scotland Trip Report--Day 16--Edinburgh to Freehold
I slept until 7 and took my time getting down to breakfast. My last meal in Scotland. For some reason that didn’t sit well with me, and I ended up having a stomach ache until halfway home on the plane. Anyway, after breakfast I went back to the room to pack my kilt and organize all my receipts, and then took a nap for about an hour. I rode to the airport with 3 other couples from the group, and 2 of them were on my flight. I opted not to go to the VIP lounge, preferring instead to hang out with them a little longer. At the gate, I got pulled aside to have my carryon bags searched. I wonder why?
The plane was freezing and I wore my jacket most of the way home. I was glad I had it with me. They served us lunch, and the fish seemed the least objectionable. It was awful though, I only ate one bite. I slept for an hour or so, and read an entire book, and was starting to get hungry when they brought out a “snack” of focaccia with chicken and cheese that was to die for, and some fresh fruit. I do believe it was the best food I ever ate on a plane!
When we landed, we had to be towed to the gate. That was certainly a new experience! I went through customs, and got pulled aside AGAIN! Apparently the fact that I said yes, I have food (shortbread and candy) put me in the “something to declare” line, and my bags had to be x-rayed. I don’t know what they thought they were gong to see! We had landed quite early, so even with that brief delay, I was home by about 4. Another successful trip!
The plane was freezing and I wore my jacket most of the way home. I was glad I had it with me. They served us lunch, and the fish seemed the least objectionable. It was awful though, I only ate one bite. I slept for an hour or so, and read an entire book, and was starting to get hungry when they brought out a “snack” of focaccia with chicken and cheese that was to die for, and some fresh fruit. I do believe it was the best food I ever ate on a plane!
When we landed, we had to be towed to the gate. That was certainly a new experience! I went through customs, and got pulled aside AGAIN! Apparently the fact that I said yes, I have food (shortbread and candy) put me in the “something to declare” line, and my bags had to be x-rayed. I don’t know what they thought they were gong to see! We had landed quite early, so even with that brief delay, I was home by about 4. Another successful trip!
Scotland Trip Report--Day 15--Edinburgh/St. Andrews
Having gone to bed at about 9:15, I woke up bright and early, at 6:30. After breakfast, we were on our way out to St. Andrews, home of golf. We stopped along the way at the Forth Bridge, in the tiny medieval town of South Queens Ferry. The road is basically one lane through town, and we had to pass a septic truck! But we got past with inches to spare, and continued on our way.
In St. Andrews, we stopped by the Old Course for photos, and to use the bathrooms (and pay 30p for the privilege, which should have meant clean bathrooms, but didn’t). We saw the clubhouse, the putting greens, and the first hole, and then headed into town for some sightseeing. St. Andrew’s Cathedral (which is in ruins from the time of the Reformation) was huge and really beautiful. The cemetery has graves from hundreds of years ago, sadly many were children under 2 years old. St. Rules’ Tower, next to the cathedral, was also very interesting. We then walked over to St. Andrews’ Castle, along the shoreline. What a view!! We walked through St. Salvator’s college, part of the University of St. Andrews. I just love the old buildings. Sort of like Yale and Princeton, although a bit older.
I walked around with Bob & Lorel and Steve & Marcia, since I didn’t want to be alone. They were headed for lunch at The Doll House, which sounded good to me, so I went along (I hope they didn’t mind my intrusion!) I had a nice mini-salad of tomatoes and mozzarella with some chips, and sticky toffee pudding for dessert (I just love that stuff!) After lunch we walked through town. They are having a street fair, so there were kids’ rides and other attractions, a lot of people, and a lot of noise!
We found the St. Andrews Golf Shop, which was exactly what I needed. I got an Old Course golf shirt for Daddy, and one for Laura, along with a ball, ball marker, and some tees. She will love it! Then I made my way back to the meeting point, where everyone was sitting along a wall with their bags. Karen said she has never seen so many bags coming out of St. Andrews--guess we must have a lot of golfers!
Back to the hotel, and I decided to run out and get some water bottles for tonite, since getting anything up at the castle will be close to impossible. I wanted to see what I could find for Danny, since I have gotten a bunch of things for Laura and almost nothing for him. I found a great Scottish Football (rugby) jersey, which I am sure he will like. All through the mall area and courtyard, they have the ‘Signspotting Project’, with crazy signs from all over the world, where the English translation doesn’t quite make it. Things like “Warning: Free Range Children”, and “Evacuation Route…Not A Through Street”. They were really funny!
I went back up to my room to pack. It really didn’t take long, since all my dirty clothes are already in the laundry bag, and all my souveneirs are packed into the small suitcase. While I was packing, the fire alarm rang! This is getting to be a habit when I stay at the Balmoral! (it happened last year too, just after we arrived). I know that they have frequent alarms here, and I also knew there was no way in hell I was climbing down six flights of stairs, so I stayed put and hoped I would not need to be rescued from a 6th floor window!
The reception and dinner were very nice. It was sort of sad though, knowing that this would be the last time I would see most of the people. We toasted Karen for being a great tour guide, and then Elizabeth, for being a great sport about losing her luggage. Karen told us that we were “The” group this year. The meal was good--caprese salad, yummy salmon, and strawberries. I was glad we would have the chance to walk it off!
We walked up to the castle, and it was a mob scene all the way up the High Street! Bertween the Festival and Tatoo, there were just people everywhere. Tatoo was AWESOME! There were all different kinds of groups, from pipe bands to regular bands to singers to dancers, even one band that was all drums (and they were great!) They even played Amazing Grace, which all ways gives me chills played on the bagpipes. The best was when the entire group of pipe bands played all together.
The VIP boxes were just above us, and one box must have been a bunch of diplomats, because they were seriously dressed up, and there was a woman in some sort of oriental dress. The one guy there stood at the end of each group’s performance, and the spotlight would go on him, and he would salute the band. I think he must have been the Lord Provost of Edinburgh or something, but in any event it was pretty cool. At the end there were fireworks, and then the lone piper playing from up on the castle wall--kind of surreal. The bands marched out playing ‘Scotland The Brave’.
The huge mob leaving the stadium was so civilized, and we noticed there was no litter at all. As we walked down the Royal Mile, the crowd thinned out a bit, and once we turned onto North Bridge, it wasn’t bad at all. At the hotel, we all said goodbye. I will miss all these people, as I really enjoyed being with them.Some poor folks have to leave at 6 am!! I was glad to have a late flight, and a 9:45 pickup.
In St. Andrews, we stopped by the Old Course for photos, and to use the bathrooms (and pay 30p for the privilege, which should have meant clean bathrooms, but didn’t). We saw the clubhouse, the putting greens, and the first hole, and then headed into town for some sightseeing. St. Andrew’s Cathedral (which is in ruins from the time of the Reformation) was huge and really beautiful. The cemetery has graves from hundreds of years ago, sadly many were children under 2 years old. St. Rules’ Tower, next to the cathedral, was also very interesting. We then walked over to St. Andrews’ Castle, along the shoreline. What a view!! We walked through St. Salvator’s college, part of the University of St. Andrews. I just love the old buildings. Sort of like Yale and Princeton, although a bit older.
I walked around with Bob & Lorel and Steve & Marcia, since I didn’t want to be alone. They were headed for lunch at The Doll House, which sounded good to me, so I went along (I hope they didn’t mind my intrusion!) I had a nice mini-salad of tomatoes and mozzarella with some chips, and sticky toffee pudding for dessert (I just love that stuff!) After lunch we walked through town. They are having a street fair, so there were kids’ rides and other attractions, a lot of people, and a lot of noise!
We found the St. Andrews Golf Shop, which was exactly what I needed. I got an Old Course golf shirt for Daddy, and one for Laura, along with a ball, ball marker, and some tees. She will love it! Then I made my way back to the meeting point, where everyone was sitting along a wall with their bags. Karen said she has never seen so many bags coming out of St. Andrews--guess we must have a lot of golfers!
Back to the hotel, and I decided to run out and get some water bottles for tonite, since getting anything up at the castle will be close to impossible. I wanted to see what I could find for Danny, since I have gotten a bunch of things for Laura and almost nothing for him. I found a great Scottish Football (rugby) jersey, which I am sure he will like. All through the mall area and courtyard, they have the ‘Signspotting Project’, with crazy signs from all over the world, where the English translation doesn’t quite make it. Things like “Warning: Free Range Children”, and “Evacuation Route…Not A Through Street”. They were really funny!
I went back up to my room to pack. It really didn’t take long, since all my dirty clothes are already in the laundry bag, and all my souveneirs are packed into the small suitcase. While I was packing, the fire alarm rang! This is getting to be a habit when I stay at the Balmoral! (it happened last year too, just after we arrived). I know that they have frequent alarms here, and I also knew there was no way in hell I was climbing down six flights of stairs, so I stayed put and hoped I would not need to be rescued from a 6th floor window!
The reception and dinner were very nice. It was sort of sad though, knowing that this would be the last time I would see most of the people. We toasted Karen for being a great tour guide, and then Elizabeth, for being a great sport about losing her luggage. Karen told us that we were “The” group this year. The meal was good--caprese salad, yummy salmon, and strawberries. I was glad we would have the chance to walk it off!
We walked up to the castle, and it was a mob scene all the way up the High Street! Bertween the Festival and Tatoo, there were just people everywhere. Tatoo was AWESOME! There were all different kinds of groups, from pipe bands to regular bands to singers to dancers, even one band that was all drums (and they were great!) They even played Amazing Grace, which all ways gives me chills played on the bagpipes. The best was when the entire group of pipe bands played all together.
The VIP boxes were just above us, and one box must have been a bunch of diplomats, because they were seriously dressed up, and there was a woman in some sort of oriental dress. The one guy there stood at the end of each group’s performance, and the spotlight would go on him, and he would salute the band. I think he must have been the Lord Provost of Edinburgh or something, but in any event it was pretty cool. At the end there were fireworks, and then the lone piper playing from up on the castle wall--kind of surreal. The bands marched out playing ‘Scotland The Brave’.
The huge mob leaving the stadium was so civilized, and we noticed there was no litter at all. As we walked down the Royal Mile, the crowd thinned out a bit, and once we turned onto North Bridge, it wasn’t bad at all. At the hotel, we all said goodbye. I will miss all these people, as I really enjoyed being with them.Some poor folks have to leave at 6 am!! I was glad to have a late flight, and a 9:45 pickup.
Scotland Trip Report--Day 14--Edinburgh
For breakfast, we were set up in a suite rather than the main restaurant. The downside was that the food was not nearly as good or as varied. The upside was knowing everyone there and being able to sit with someone else. I sat with Alanna and Carl. Afterwards, I ran out to the ATM to get some cash before boarding the coach for our tour of Edinburgh.
Our guide, Pat, was great. She was very knowledgeable (she’s been doing this for 26 years), and easy to hear and understand. It helped that I was in row 2 of the coach! We started our tour in New Town, and Pat told us all about Robert Louis Stevenson. We saw the house where he lived as a small, sickly boy, and heard about how he would watch the lamplighter come to light the street lamps each evening. It was kind of sad, really. We then drove past Arthur’s Seat, a flat area of the mountain which was formed from an old volcano.
Our first stop was the Palace of Holyrood (Holy Cross) Apparently the king was out hunting on a Holy Day, and was attacked by an animal. He prayed for forgiveness and promised to build an abbey on the site if he could be spared. The animal got tangled in his cross necklace, struggled free, and ran away. So he built the abbey and called it Holyrood. It’s from the 12th century, but is mostly in ruins. The part still standing is beautiful though. The palace itself was built by King James 4 and 5. It is enormous! The rooms (which we were unfortunately unable to photograph) were all huge, and very ornate. In the Grand Gallery there are paintings of all the kings and queens of Scotland. When the king had them all done, of course no one knew what these people had looked like (way, way, way before photographs!) so he rounded up people from around the countryside and painted them, and then just put the king’s nose on all of them!
We saw part of the royal apartments, where the current royal family stays when they visit. These are rooms they actually use! The queen comes up every June for a week, bringing 200 staff and servants!!! Good gussie, no wonder the taxes here are so high!
We drove up through the city, passing the University and the museum, and we got a nice closeup of Greyfriar’s Bobby. This little dog belonged to a policeman (long, long ago). When the man died, the dog marched along in the funeral procession and laid down on the grave. The local shopkeepers would entice him away with food, but every evening, before the graveyard was locked up for the night, Bobby would be back at his master’s grave. When he died, 14 years later, he was buried nearby. What a nice little doggie!
Next we went to the castle. Unlike last year, when we were totally fogged in, the view today was magnificent! I had already seen the Crown Jewels and the War Memorial, but I did go and see St. Margaret’s Abbey and also the POW display. I took lots of pictures too, of all the buildings there. I walked down from the castle to Princes Street, stopping to get a Tshirt for Danny and postcards for Mom. I also got some bottled water from M&S--much cheaper there than at the hotel!
Tea at the Palm Court was at 2:30, with Peg & Pete and Alice Ann & Dick. It was delicious! The sandwiches were sort of odd combinations, but were very good. I still like the egg mayonnaise best! There were 3 kinds of scones, with jam and clotted cream, and 4 different cakes. (one was mocha and another was just gross, so I skipped those 2) We had a good time.
From there I headed out in search of a luggage lock and a mohair coat. I had found a lock at Jenners department store, but it wasn’t TSA approved, and the one that was was a huge thing with a strap--not what I wanted. The concierge had sent me over to the shopping mall, but the store he mentioned didn’t have them. I finally did find one at the big department store in there. So now I can lock my luggage on the way home! I then went down to the store the concierge had called about the mohair coats. Unfortunately, he did not specify women’s coats, and they only had one, which was too small, and not a good color. So I guess I am out of luck on this one. Maybe I will treat myself to a cashmere sweater instead. In any event, it was a very long walk, so I probably burned off a good bit of my tea!
I went back to the room to rest awhile before setting out again for more shopping/browsing and a light dinner. I went out about 6 and walked up to the Royal Mile. The Fringe Festival people were out in force! 5 people dressed in Superman costumes, but with an ‘M’ instead of the ‘S’. People with hair dyed neon colors in bizarre styles. Street performers and speakers. And crowds. LOTS of crowds! I got some castle postcards for Mom and looked in quite a few cashmere and woolen stores. I found a really nice cashmere sweater for a reasonable price, but the Large was much too big, and the Medium was just a wee bit snug. Oh well. I love all the wool capes and wraps, but I honestly can’t see myself wearing one at home. And nothing else really struck my fancy.
About 7 I decided to find somewhere to have dinner. A few places looked good, but had long waits. I stumbled upon a tiny little place offering sandwiches and baked potatoes. Perfect! I ordered a baked potato with cheese and beans, and sat down with my Kindle for a nice, relaxing meal. When I finished, and started back down the Royal Mile, my feet and knees informed me in no uncertain terms that they had had quite enough walking for the day, thank you very much. So I returned to the hotel about 8 and gave them a much needed rest.
Our guide, Pat, was great. She was very knowledgeable (she’s been doing this for 26 years), and easy to hear and understand. It helped that I was in row 2 of the coach! We started our tour in New Town, and Pat told us all about Robert Louis Stevenson. We saw the house where he lived as a small, sickly boy, and heard about how he would watch the lamplighter come to light the street lamps each evening. It was kind of sad, really. We then drove past Arthur’s Seat, a flat area of the mountain which was formed from an old volcano.
Our first stop was the Palace of Holyrood (Holy Cross) Apparently the king was out hunting on a Holy Day, and was attacked by an animal. He prayed for forgiveness and promised to build an abbey on the site if he could be spared. The animal got tangled in his cross necklace, struggled free, and ran away. So he built the abbey and called it Holyrood. It’s from the 12th century, but is mostly in ruins. The part still standing is beautiful though. The palace itself was built by King James 4 and 5. It is enormous! The rooms (which we were unfortunately unable to photograph) were all huge, and very ornate. In the Grand Gallery there are paintings of all the kings and queens of Scotland. When the king had them all done, of course no one knew what these people had looked like (way, way, way before photographs!) so he rounded up people from around the countryside and painted them, and then just put the king’s nose on all of them!
We saw part of the royal apartments, where the current royal family stays when they visit. These are rooms they actually use! The queen comes up every June for a week, bringing 200 staff and servants!!! Good gussie, no wonder the taxes here are so high!
We drove up through the city, passing the University and the museum, and we got a nice closeup of Greyfriar’s Bobby. This little dog belonged to a policeman (long, long ago). When the man died, the dog marched along in the funeral procession and laid down on the grave. The local shopkeepers would entice him away with food, but every evening, before the graveyard was locked up for the night, Bobby would be back at his master’s grave. When he died, 14 years later, he was buried nearby. What a nice little doggie!
Next we went to the castle. Unlike last year, when we were totally fogged in, the view today was magnificent! I had already seen the Crown Jewels and the War Memorial, but I did go and see St. Margaret’s Abbey and also the POW display. I took lots of pictures too, of all the buildings there. I walked down from the castle to Princes Street, stopping to get a Tshirt for Danny and postcards for Mom. I also got some bottled water from M&S--much cheaper there than at the hotel!
Tea at the Palm Court was at 2:30, with Peg & Pete and Alice Ann & Dick. It was delicious! The sandwiches were sort of odd combinations, but were very good. I still like the egg mayonnaise best! There were 3 kinds of scones, with jam and clotted cream, and 4 different cakes. (one was mocha and another was just gross, so I skipped those 2) We had a good time.
From there I headed out in search of a luggage lock and a mohair coat. I had found a lock at Jenners department store, but it wasn’t TSA approved, and the one that was was a huge thing with a strap--not what I wanted. The concierge had sent me over to the shopping mall, but the store he mentioned didn’t have them. I finally did find one at the big department store in there. So now I can lock my luggage on the way home! I then went down to the store the concierge had called about the mohair coats. Unfortunately, he did not specify women’s coats, and they only had one, which was too small, and not a good color. So I guess I am out of luck on this one. Maybe I will treat myself to a cashmere sweater instead. In any event, it was a very long walk, so I probably burned off a good bit of my tea!
I went back to the room to rest awhile before setting out again for more shopping/browsing and a light dinner. I went out about 6 and walked up to the Royal Mile. The Fringe Festival people were out in force! 5 people dressed in Superman costumes, but with an ‘M’ instead of the ‘S’. People with hair dyed neon colors in bizarre styles. Street performers and speakers. And crowds. LOTS of crowds! I got some castle postcards for Mom and looked in quite a few cashmere and woolen stores. I found a really nice cashmere sweater for a reasonable price, but the Large was much too big, and the Medium was just a wee bit snug. Oh well. I love all the wool capes and wraps, but I honestly can’t see myself wearing one at home. And nothing else really struck my fancy.
About 7 I decided to find somewhere to have dinner. A few places looked good, but had long waits. I stumbled upon a tiny little place offering sandwiches and baked potatoes. Perfect! I ordered a baked potato with cheese and beans, and sat down with my Kindle for a nice, relaxing meal. When I finished, and started back down the Royal Mile, my feet and knees informed me in no uncertain terms that they had had quite enough walking for the day, thank you very much. So I returned to the hotel about 8 and gave them a much needed rest.
Scotland Trip Report--Day 13--Inverness to Edinburgh
Had breakfast alone again, but I brought the paper so it was ok. We boarded the coach, and someone was in my seat. Now, normally I wouldn’t have made a fuss, would have just taken the seats they were supposed to have. And to be honest, the company back there would have been better! But after yesterday’s experience at the back of the bus, I was in no hurry to subject myself to a full day of queasiness, so I stated my case, and the ladies moved to the right seat. I don’t think they were terribly happy about it, but I had to do it.
We headed to Blair Atholl. Along the way, Karen gave us a lesson on Mary, Queen of Scots. It was interesting because it was of course told from the Scottish perspective, and the book I had read about her was obviously from the English perspective, so the story was a bit different!
We stopped at Blair Castle. It was just beautiful! Sadly, photos were not allowed inside, so I will have to rely on my memory, such as it is. The front entry hall was decorated with 480 weapons--guns, swords, claymores, shields, etc. I certainly would not want to get in an argument with them! The rooms were decorated in mostly a Georgian style, but some of the furnishings were much older. All very ornate, of course, and HUGE! The ballroom was bigger than my entire house! I loved all the old family portraits all through the place.
We stopped on the way out of the castle to get photos of a couple of Hieland Coos. (Highland Cows). They are so cute! From there we traveled a bit farther south to Pitlochry. It’s a very pretty town, with flower boxes everywhere. I had lunch with Brad and Linda, as we all had opted for a quick lunch of fish & chips before shopping. Our first stop was Heather Gems, where they make jewelry out of heather. They bunch it, compress it, and then polish it, and it turns out quite pretty. I got a nice cross for Laura, but didn’t find anything for me. I wandered up the street, looking in the woolen shops--still hoping to find a mohair coat. I did manage to get a highlighter at the bookstore for marking my map!
Back on the coach, I learned that I am having dinner with Brad and Linda tonite. Apparently when Karen was asking about dinner reservations, they “adopted” me! That suits me very well, as I enjoyed their company.
On the drive down to Edinburgh, Karen was telling us about taxes and the cost of living here. The taxes are amazingly high! Someone making just over 40,000 pounds per year would pay 40% income tax! YIKES! Add in all the other crazy taxes, which includes a TV tax of about 115 pounds per year, and the 15% VAT on everything you buy, and it’s a wonder anyone can afford to live here! A 3 bedroom attached house with one bath, living room, and eat-in kitchen goes for about 70,000 pounds. If you have land, that jumps to at least 200,000 pounds. A small car sells for about 7 or 8000 pounds. And I’ve already seen the prices for food, gas, and clothing, which are very high.
Karen also passed out our group photos, which were taken the first night at Cameron House. I had the great idea to have her go through the picture with me and tell me everyone’s name (since I am just terrible with names!), so now I can study the picture and know who is who (for the last 2 days, anyway!)
We passed by the Forth Bridge, which we rode over on the train last year, and then into Edinburgh. We arrived at the Balmoral, and I picked up my smaller suitcase from storage. My room, which is clear on the far side of the hotel, is MUCH smaller than last time. There is exactly ONE outlet in the entire room, and it is nowhere near the desk where I would use my computer. Swell.
I had decided to wear my kilt tonite for dinner, since Friday night we will go right from the farewell dinner to Tatoo, and I would prefer long pants for that. So I ironed the kilt and sash while waiting for my larger bag to arrive. I went down and found that I was not only dining with Brad and Linda, but also with Peg and Pete, and Alice Ann and Dick too! Once again, the company was great, and I enjoyed myself very much. I had a Mussels and Potato soup that was very nice, lamb with mashed potatoes (yummy) and strawberries with vanilla ice cream. I couldn’t finish it all, of course, and tonite at least I don’t feel uncomfortably stuffed.
We headed to Blair Atholl. Along the way, Karen gave us a lesson on Mary, Queen of Scots. It was interesting because it was of course told from the Scottish perspective, and the book I had read about her was obviously from the English perspective, so the story was a bit different!
We stopped at Blair Castle. It was just beautiful! Sadly, photos were not allowed inside, so I will have to rely on my memory, such as it is. The front entry hall was decorated with 480 weapons--guns, swords, claymores, shields, etc. I certainly would not want to get in an argument with them! The rooms were decorated in mostly a Georgian style, but some of the furnishings were much older. All very ornate, of course, and HUGE! The ballroom was bigger than my entire house! I loved all the old family portraits all through the place.
We stopped on the way out of the castle to get photos of a couple of Hieland Coos. (Highland Cows). They are so cute! From there we traveled a bit farther south to Pitlochry. It’s a very pretty town, with flower boxes everywhere. I had lunch with Brad and Linda, as we all had opted for a quick lunch of fish & chips before shopping. Our first stop was Heather Gems, where they make jewelry out of heather. They bunch it, compress it, and then polish it, and it turns out quite pretty. I got a nice cross for Laura, but didn’t find anything for me. I wandered up the street, looking in the woolen shops--still hoping to find a mohair coat. I did manage to get a highlighter at the bookstore for marking my map!
Back on the coach, I learned that I am having dinner with Brad and Linda tonite. Apparently when Karen was asking about dinner reservations, they “adopted” me! That suits me very well, as I enjoyed their company.
On the drive down to Edinburgh, Karen was telling us about taxes and the cost of living here. The taxes are amazingly high! Someone making just over 40,000 pounds per year would pay 40% income tax! YIKES! Add in all the other crazy taxes, which includes a TV tax of about 115 pounds per year, and the 15% VAT on everything you buy, and it’s a wonder anyone can afford to live here! A 3 bedroom attached house with one bath, living room, and eat-in kitchen goes for about 70,000 pounds. If you have land, that jumps to at least 200,000 pounds. A small car sells for about 7 or 8000 pounds. And I’ve already seen the prices for food, gas, and clothing, which are very high.
Karen also passed out our group photos, which were taken the first night at Cameron House. I had the great idea to have her go through the picture with me and tell me everyone’s name (since I am just terrible with names!), so now I can study the picture and know who is who (for the last 2 days, anyway!)
We passed by the Forth Bridge, which we rode over on the train last year, and then into Edinburgh. We arrived at the Balmoral, and I picked up my smaller suitcase from storage. My room, which is clear on the far side of the hotel, is MUCH smaller than last time. There is exactly ONE outlet in the entire room, and it is nowhere near the desk where I would use my computer. Swell.
I had decided to wear my kilt tonite for dinner, since Friday night we will go right from the farewell dinner to Tatoo, and I would prefer long pants for that. So I ironed the kilt and sash while waiting for my larger bag to arrive. I went down and found that I was not only dining with Brad and Linda, but also with Peg and Pete, and Alice Ann and Dick too! Once again, the company was great, and I enjoyed myself very much. I had a Mussels and Potato soup that was very nice, lamb with mashed potatoes (yummy) and strawberries with vanilla ice cream. I couldn’t finish it all, of course, and tonite at least I don’t feel uncomfortably stuffed.
Scotland Trip Report--Day 12--Inverness
I had breakfast alone with my newspaper--at least it was better company than yesterday! I saw how they cooked the fried eggs, and doubt I will have another one. They basically deep fry them! There were about 6 or 7 eggs sitting in a pan of oil, just bubbling away! The guy took them out, blotted them with a napkin, and served them. Hmmmmm…
I think I must be traveling with a bunch of Republicans. My seat today was all the way at the back of the bus, and some of the guys were making jokes about feeling like Rosa Parks. One said, “If Obama has his way, we’ll be on a skateboard tied to the back of the bus!”
Our first stop, much to my surprise, was the budding metropolis of Achnasheen! Last year I said the population was 35 if you included the sheep. Karen told us the actual population is 28! We were the first of 3 motor coaches to arrive, more than quadrupling the population of the town! I took a picture of the same railroad station sign I photographed last year. I noticed that the town phone box is still there next to one of the few houses.
From there we drove through the moors. Karen told us how to clear sheep off the road if they are blocking the way--roll down the windows and call out “Mint Sauce!!” We again made several photo stops, the first being up overlooking Lake Maree. There was a ladder you could use to climb over the fence there. We finally saw some blooming heather! Along the way we got a lesson in sheep farming. Sounds way too complicated. Next we stopped in Gairloch, which has a beautiful beach, and a view of the Isle of Skye. It was warm and sunny, and I was glad I was wearing a short sleeved shirt.
Our next stop was the village of Poolewe, where we had lunch at the local hotel. The food was outstanding. I had tomato & basil soup, Prawn Rose Marie sandwich (which was basically like shrimp salad, but the sauce was different from mayonnaise.), and Hot Chocolate Fudge cake, which was absolutely sinful.
Fortunately, we went from there to Inverewe Gardens, where we walked around and did some hill climbing. The gardens were beautiful, with all sorts of exotic plants from all over the world. There was a Walled Garden with wonderful flowers, and a really cool Turkey Maple tree, which was grafted from another tree and brought there to the garden. It is now enormous. In 2005 they were hit by a hurricane with 120 mph winds, which tore down 5 of their biggest trees and caused a lot of damage. They are slowly replanting, and some of the new trees are really nice.
We drove along past Loch Ewe. There is an island in the middle of it, called (what else?) Isle of Ewe. (say that really fast…) We stopped at the “secret” NATO base--there is actually a sign in front of it that says NATO Loch Ewe, No Entry. Not so secret. We also saw the spot where nuclear subs come in off the sea, which is a place that was important for the defense of northern Scotland during WWII. We also passed some salmon farms, and stopped to take photos above Loch Bloom. We were listening to a CD of Scottish folk music, which sounded very much like the stuff Mom and Dad used to play when I was growing up! I was getting a bit queasy in the back of the bus, so I tried napping a bit but without much success. I was quite relieved to get back to the hotel and relax for awhile.
I headed down for dinner at 6:30 and got a table for one, having not made plans with anyone for tonite. Just me and my Kindle. I was feeling a bit lonely, everyone else seemed to be having such a good time. At the table next to me were Alice Ann & Dick, Pete & Peg, and Brad & Linda. Alice Ann saw me alone and said “come over and join us, don’t sit alone!” Dick helped me move my little table over with theirs. I felt so good! We had lively conversation, and the company was great. I had tomato and farmer cheese salad, which was good, filet of beef with Bernaise sauce, and Sticky Toffee Pudding. I couldn’t finish everything, it was just too much.
After dinner we had a presentation on tartans and kilts. It was not only interesting, but quite funny. The woman presenting it was great fun. She got Jess to dress up in the whole outfit, plaid, sporran, weaponry, etc. He was such a good sport! We all got some great photos, and I told him he’d be up on Facebook by next week! Back in my room, I packed everything up to leave tomorrow.
I think I must be traveling with a bunch of Republicans. My seat today was all the way at the back of the bus, and some of the guys were making jokes about feeling like Rosa Parks. One said, “If Obama has his way, we’ll be on a skateboard tied to the back of the bus!”
Our first stop, much to my surprise, was the budding metropolis of Achnasheen! Last year I said the population was 35 if you included the sheep. Karen told us the actual population is 28! We were the first of 3 motor coaches to arrive, more than quadrupling the population of the town! I took a picture of the same railroad station sign I photographed last year. I noticed that the town phone box is still there next to one of the few houses.
From there we drove through the moors. Karen told us how to clear sheep off the road if they are blocking the way--roll down the windows and call out “Mint Sauce!!” We again made several photo stops, the first being up overlooking Lake Maree. There was a ladder you could use to climb over the fence there. We finally saw some blooming heather! Along the way we got a lesson in sheep farming. Sounds way too complicated. Next we stopped in Gairloch, which has a beautiful beach, and a view of the Isle of Skye. It was warm and sunny, and I was glad I was wearing a short sleeved shirt.
Our next stop was the village of Poolewe, where we had lunch at the local hotel. The food was outstanding. I had tomato & basil soup, Prawn Rose Marie sandwich (which was basically like shrimp salad, but the sauce was different from mayonnaise.), and Hot Chocolate Fudge cake, which was absolutely sinful.
Fortunately, we went from there to Inverewe Gardens, where we walked around and did some hill climbing. The gardens were beautiful, with all sorts of exotic plants from all over the world. There was a Walled Garden with wonderful flowers, and a really cool Turkey Maple tree, which was grafted from another tree and brought there to the garden. It is now enormous. In 2005 they were hit by a hurricane with 120 mph winds, which tore down 5 of their biggest trees and caused a lot of damage. They are slowly replanting, and some of the new trees are really nice.
We drove along past Loch Ewe. There is an island in the middle of it, called (what else?) Isle of Ewe. (say that really fast…) We stopped at the “secret” NATO base--there is actually a sign in front of it that says NATO Loch Ewe, No Entry. Not so secret. We also saw the spot where nuclear subs come in off the sea, which is a place that was important for the defense of northern Scotland during WWII. We also passed some salmon farms, and stopped to take photos above Loch Bloom. We were listening to a CD of Scottish folk music, which sounded very much like the stuff Mom and Dad used to play when I was growing up! I was getting a bit queasy in the back of the bus, so I tried napping a bit but without much success. I was quite relieved to get back to the hotel and relax for awhile.
I headed down for dinner at 6:30 and got a table for one, having not made plans with anyone for tonite. Just me and my Kindle. I was feeling a bit lonely, everyone else seemed to be having such a good time. At the table next to me were Alice Ann & Dick, Pete & Peg, and Brad & Linda. Alice Ann saw me alone and said “come over and join us, don’t sit alone!” Dick helped me move my little table over with theirs. I felt so good! We had lively conversation, and the company was great. I had tomato and farmer cheese salad, which was good, filet of beef with Bernaise sauce, and Sticky Toffee Pudding. I couldn’t finish everything, it was just too much.
After dinner we had a presentation on tartans and kilts. It was not only interesting, but quite funny. The woman presenting it was great fun. She got Jess to dress up in the whole outfit, plaid, sporran, weaponry, etc. He was such a good sport! We all got some great photos, and I told him he’d be up on Facebook by next week! Back in my room, I packed everything up to leave tomorrow.
Scotland Trip Report--Day 11--Loch Lomond to Inverness
I had breakfast this morning with 3 grouchy old women. All they did was complain about one thing after another! I do believe I will avoid this bunch at future meals.
On the bus, I was sitting with a fun crowd--Dick & Jennifer, Pete & Peg, and some other characters. We were talking about the weather and being cold, and Pete said, “well, you’re tiny, you’ll always be cold”!!!! Ummmm, tiny? Me? I don’t THINK so! I’ll agree to the ‘fit’ comment of a few days ago, but tiny is pushing it just a bit.
Anyway, as we drove away from the hotel, along the banks of Loch Lomond, Karen put on a CD of Allistair MacDonald singing, what else? “Loch Lomond”! We all sang along on the choruses. It was raining a little, and Karen said, “oh, Mother Nature has decided to wash the tree leaves”! The word for the tour (from Jennifer and Dick) is “gobsmacked”, as in, “When I saw the price of gas in Scotland, I was just gobsmacked!" We’re getting a kick out of that one.
Our morning break stop was at ‘The Green Welly Shop”. They actually won an award for their bathrooms, which were immaculate. I got some sweets for Laura (which she had requested), and a cup of hot chocolate for me, as I was chilly. Apparently this little shop is a big deal, but I’ll be damned if I can figure out why.
We drove up along the Great Glen, and I noticed lots of campgrounds along the way. We made several photo stops--a waterfall, the area of the Glencoe massacre (we stopped at the Glencoe visitor center), Ben Nevis (the highest spot in the UK), and the Commando Monument, where the Green Berets trained during WWII. We drove past Lochaber, which is where I own my Highland Estate (an entire 10 square feet of Scotland belongs to me, making me ‘Lady Wendy’.)
We stopped for lunch at an old hunting lodge, the Corriegeur Lodge. There are very tall pine trees there, and one is about 15 feet shorter than the others. Why? The top was shorn off by a low flying fighter jet!! For lunch I had a “Timbale of Roasted Vegetables with Farmer Cheese”, which was so cool I took a picture of it! It was yummy too. I had Prime Rib, which was very different from what we have at home--so tender and really good. For dessert, I had Sticky Toffee Pudding, which was to die for. They had a little doggie, a longhaired dauschund, who was very cute and quite friendly. Petting him made me miss my Dukie!
We drove north, and things started to look a bit familiar. Had I been there before? Turns out I have! We stopped at Neptune’s Staircase, a series of 5 locks, one atop another, that we had driven past last year when we were here! I had my picture taken with a piper. We drove up along Loch Ness, but didn’t see Nessie. We did stop at Urquart Castle, which is just ruins, but we got some good pictures there. The Rowan trees are all in bloom and are so pretty with their red flowers. Apparently the tradition is to plant one outside your front door to protect you from the fairies. There were some coaches there from the Loch Ness tour company, and the license plate of one of them was NESI BUS, and another was NESS BUS. Pretty clever.
We arrived at our hotel, the Kingsmills, and got checked in. My room is not as far away this time. It is a big room again, and for some odd reason, a handicapped room! Nice to have the higher toilet though. I finally managed to get through to Deb, finishing up the time on my first SIM card, so I put the newer one in. Only problem is, I now have NO idea what my phone number is, so no one can call me!
At 6:30 we gathered for a reception, complete with bagpipes. The piper piped us in to dinner, where we were entertained by his music and by Highland dancers. He even piped in the Haggis, as Pete carried it in, which was really cool, and read Robert Burns’ “Ode To A Haggis”. Yes, I did eat some, but still found it a bit too peppery for my liking. The Cock-a-Leekie soup tasted a lot like mine, and the lamb was good (but not as good as last night). Dessert was Raspberry Cranachan, which was soooo good, even if it is laced with booze!
Our weather has held out and been very nice so far. Tomorrow is supposed to get to 75 degrees! I think I may need to break out one of my short sleeved shirts…
On the bus, I was sitting with a fun crowd--Dick & Jennifer, Pete & Peg, and some other characters. We were talking about the weather and being cold, and Pete said, “well, you’re tiny, you’ll always be cold”!!!! Ummmm, tiny? Me? I don’t THINK so! I’ll agree to the ‘fit’ comment of a few days ago, but tiny is pushing it just a bit.
Anyway, as we drove away from the hotel, along the banks of Loch Lomond, Karen put on a CD of Allistair MacDonald singing, what else? “Loch Lomond”! We all sang along on the choruses. It was raining a little, and Karen said, “oh, Mother Nature has decided to wash the tree leaves”! The word for the tour (from Jennifer and Dick) is “gobsmacked”, as in, “When I saw the price of gas in Scotland, I was just gobsmacked!" We’re getting a kick out of that one.
Our morning break stop was at ‘The Green Welly Shop”. They actually won an award for their bathrooms, which were immaculate. I got some sweets for Laura (which she had requested), and a cup of hot chocolate for me, as I was chilly. Apparently this little shop is a big deal, but I’ll be damned if I can figure out why.
We drove up along the Great Glen, and I noticed lots of campgrounds along the way. We made several photo stops--a waterfall, the area of the Glencoe massacre (we stopped at the Glencoe visitor center), Ben Nevis (the highest spot in the UK), and the Commando Monument, where the Green Berets trained during WWII. We drove past Lochaber, which is where I own my Highland Estate (an entire 10 square feet of Scotland belongs to me, making me ‘Lady Wendy’.)
We stopped for lunch at an old hunting lodge, the Corriegeur Lodge. There are very tall pine trees there, and one is about 15 feet shorter than the others. Why? The top was shorn off by a low flying fighter jet!! For lunch I had a “Timbale of Roasted Vegetables with Farmer Cheese”, which was so cool I took a picture of it! It was yummy too. I had Prime Rib, which was very different from what we have at home--so tender and really good. For dessert, I had Sticky Toffee Pudding, which was to die for. They had a little doggie, a longhaired dauschund, who was very cute and quite friendly. Petting him made me miss my Dukie!
We drove north, and things started to look a bit familiar. Had I been there before? Turns out I have! We stopped at Neptune’s Staircase, a series of 5 locks, one atop another, that we had driven past last year when we were here! I had my picture taken with a piper. We drove up along Loch Ness, but didn’t see Nessie. We did stop at Urquart Castle, which is just ruins, but we got some good pictures there. The Rowan trees are all in bloom and are so pretty with their red flowers. Apparently the tradition is to plant one outside your front door to protect you from the fairies. There were some coaches there from the Loch Ness tour company, and the license plate of one of them was NESI BUS, and another was NESS BUS. Pretty clever.
We arrived at our hotel, the Kingsmills, and got checked in. My room is not as far away this time. It is a big room again, and for some odd reason, a handicapped room! Nice to have the higher toilet though. I finally managed to get through to Deb, finishing up the time on my first SIM card, so I put the newer one in. Only problem is, I now have NO idea what my phone number is, so no one can call me!
At 6:30 we gathered for a reception, complete with bagpipes. The piper piped us in to dinner, where we were entertained by his music and by Highland dancers. He even piped in the Haggis, as Pete carried it in, which was really cool, and read Robert Burns’ “Ode To A Haggis”. Yes, I did eat some, but still found it a bit too peppery for my liking. The Cock-a-Leekie soup tasted a lot like mine, and the lamb was good (but not as good as last night). Dessert was Raspberry Cranachan, which was soooo good, even if it is laced with booze!
Our weather has held out and been very nice so far. Tomorrow is supposed to get to 75 degrees! I think I may need to break out one of my short sleeved shirts…
Scotland Trip Report--Day 10--Loch Lomond
I had a nice breakfast with a lively group--George, his mom, and his aunt. They were great fun. George's wife had stayed in the room as she sprained her ankle the day they arrived, and was resting it. She is getting around pretty well with a cane, but doesn't want to overdo it. They were telling me that they took her to the ER, and when George asked about paying the bill, they told him it was free, even to visitors! A nice perk of
socialized medicine, I guess, but it seems unfair that the Scottish taxpayers should have to foot the bill for medical care for an American.
On the bus, I found that I have a double seat all to myself. Good and bad--good because I have lots of room, bad because I don't have anyone there to talk to! But I did ok, chatting with the people in front and
behind me, and across the aisle. Karen gave us a bunch of info about Scotland. I already knew a lot of it (I am up on my Scottish history!), but I did learn some interesting things. For instance, Scotland has a population of 5.1 million people, and 11.1 million sheep. (guess the Johnstons have really reformed from our sheep-stealing days!). Glasgow is farther north than either Juneau, Alaska or Moscow. The Highlands get up
to 150 inches of rain a year!
Our first stop was Stirling Castle, built in the 15th century. Having learned the history of William Wallace and Robert the Bruce, and the battles of Stirling Bridge and Bannockburn (both of which we won!), it was
cool to see the place where it all happened. The castle was awesome! The great hall, which we were able to go into, and even take pictures, was just amazing. Huge and beautiful, with stained glass windows and 5 fireplaces! The views were just breathtaking, and I even had my picture taken sitting on a ledge overlooking the countryside below the castle.
From there we traveled to the Glenturret Distillery, where they make single malt whiskey and also some that is part of Famous Grouse Whiskey. It was really interesting seeing how whiskey is made. The place was much smaller han I imagined it would be, and it smelled heavenly! We had lunch in the estaurant there, complete with a tasting of 5 different kinds of whiskey made there. I passed on that part, but lunch was fabulous. The best salmon I think I ever ate, and for dessert there was strawberry syllabub, which was berries, whiskey infused cream, and crumbled meringue. It was out of this world!
After lunch we drove through the Trossachs. It is beautiful countryside, and there were lots of sheep and cows. We actually saw 2 cows making a baby cow! It was quite a sight! We arrived back at Loch Lomond, and took a boat trip around the Loch. We were able to see our hotel from the Loch, as well as several manor houses. I was glad I had brought my 'weather bag', with a sweater and my trench coat. I needed them both, along with my jacket! We were blessed with a mostly sunny day of about 65 degrees, but it got chilly out on the water.
We returned to the hotel around 6 and I went for a short walk. I actually found a cell phone signal which has
been hard to come by up here. I went up to the room to relax a bit and change for dinner, and then went down to the Cameron Grill to meet Dick and Jennifer for dinner. The meal was outstanding. We all ordered the starter of a goat cheese and bean ravioli (just one), and the rack of lamb. The ravioli was divine, and the lamb was just perfect. For dessert I went for a rhubarb dish that was a thick cream, stewed rhubarb, and then a crisp, granola type topping. Yummo! The great food was complimented by the wonderful company--they are just so nice. Jennifer was wearing black slacks and a black top, with a fancy scarf thingy. She said it is her only dinner outfit--she just has several different scarves. What a GREAT travel idea! I will have to remember it for my next trip.
socialized medicine, I guess, but it seems unfair that the Scottish taxpayers should have to foot the bill for medical care for an American.
On the bus, I found that I have a double seat all to myself. Good and bad--good because I have lots of room, bad because I don't have anyone there to talk to! But I did ok, chatting with the people in front and
behind me, and across the aisle. Karen gave us a bunch of info about Scotland. I already knew a lot of it (I am up on my Scottish history!), but I did learn some interesting things. For instance, Scotland has a population of 5.1 million people, and 11.1 million sheep. (guess the Johnstons have really reformed from our sheep-stealing days!). Glasgow is farther north than either Juneau, Alaska or Moscow. The Highlands get up
to 150 inches of rain a year!
Our first stop was Stirling Castle, built in the 15th century. Having learned the history of William Wallace and Robert the Bruce, and the battles of Stirling Bridge and Bannockburn (both of which we won!), it was
cool to see the place where it all happened. The castle was awesome! The great hall, which we were able to go into, and even take pictures, was just amazing. Huge and beautiful, with stained glass windows and 5 fireplaces! The views were just breathtaking, and I even had my picture taken sitting on a ledge overlooking the countryside below the castle.
From there we traveled to the Glenturret Distillery, where they make single malt whiskey and also some that is part of Famous Grouse Whiskey. It was really interesting seeing how whiskey is made. The place was much smaller han I imagined it would be, and it smelled heavenly! We had lunch in the estaurant there, complete with a tasting of 5 different kinds of whiskey made there. I passed on that part, but lunch was fabulous. The best salmon I think I ever ate, and for dessert there was strawberry syllabub, which was berries, whiskey infused cream, and crumbled meringue. It was out of this world!
After lunch we drove through the Trossachs. It is beautiful countryside, and there were lots of sheep and cows. We actually saw 2 cows making a baby cow! It was quite a sight! We arrived back at Loch Lomond, and took a boat trip around the Loch. We were able to see our hotel from the Loch, as well as several manor houses. I was glad I had brought my 'weather bag', with a sweater and my trench coat. I needed them both, along with my jacket! We were blessed with a mostly sunny day of about 65 degrees, but it got chilly out on the water.
We returned to the hotel around 6 and I went for a short walk. I actually found a cell phone signal which has
been hard to come by up here. I went up to the room to relax a bit and change for dinner, and then went down to the Cameron Grill to meet Dick and Jennifer for dinner. The meal was outstanding. We all ordered the starter of a goat cheese and bean ravioli (just one), and the rack of lamb. The ravioli was divine, and the lamb was just perfect. For dessert I went for a rhubarb dish that was a thick cream, stewed rhubarb, and then a crisp, granola type topping. Yummo! The great food was complimented by the wonderful company--they are just so nice. Jennifer was wearing black slacks and a black top, with a fancy scarf thingy. She said it is her only dinner outfit--she just has several different scarves. What a GREAT travel idea! I will have to remember it for my next trip.
Scotland Trip Report--Day 9--Glasgow to Loch Lomond
After finally finishing the laundry around 11 pm, and with various items of clothing hanging from doorknobs, chairs, and cabinets to dry (since the dryer was useless), I actually got a decent nights sleep, waking around 8 to another decent day. I folded my laundry, ate breakfast, and packed, with plenty of time to go exploring before I had to head out to the airport.
I caught the sightseeing bus just a couple blocks from the hotel. The driver, AJ, was very friendly. He saw my Johnston pin and proudly informed me that he is from Johnstone! He told me some things about the town, but I could barely understand a word he said. The tour was great--there is so much interesting architecture in Glasgow, and the guide, Claire, pointed out many places of interest. I took tons of pictures. At one point, we had to change buses, because the ticket machine on our bus had stopped working. Never a dull moment!
Following the tour, I stopped at the Post Office to get postcard stamps, and then headed to M&S to get lunch. I enjoyed my sandwich and lemonade while sitting out on the pedestrian mall. Then I returned to the hotel and picked up my suitcase, called a taxi, and it was off to the airport. I was due to meet the group at 2:30, and I got there at 1, so I had plenty of time to read.
About 2:00 I got up to walk around and stretch my legs, and noticed some people sitting there who had the same green luggage tags that I have. I had found my tour group! The 2 couples who were there were very nice--Frank and Keets are from Washington state, and Dick and Jennifer are from Mississippi. Jennifer has a Scotland folder too!! She says she learned about trip planning from going to Disney!
We drove out to the hotel, which is right on Loch Lomond. It is a huge, beautiful place, and looks like a castle (even more so than the castle I stayed at Thursday night). But it is not. It is a Baronial Manor House. Whatever, it is just gorgeous! As we pulled up we saw that there was a wedding party gathering for photos. They lined up all the guys, about 30 or 40 of them, on the steps for a photo, in their kilts! Their was one wee lad, about 4 years old, wearing a wee kilt and he was just so cute! A slightly older boy, maybe 8 or 9, was apparently wearing his grandfather’s kilt, which is 50 years old! It made a great picture, and Jennifer and I were there snapping away along with the wedding photographer.
After checking in, I went in search of my room. It is all the way down at the end of a very long and winding corridor. The room is huge and very nice. I unpacked what I need for the next 2 days, and then went down to meet the tour director, Karen, who is from Seattle. At 6:15 we all assembled in the lobby, and went out on the front steps for a group photo. Then there was a reception where we were all given name tags, unfortunately just for tonite. I will never remember all the names of everyone!
Dinner was at 7 in a private dining room. There are 40 of us on this tour, plus Karen, so I guess we warrant a separate area. Having been told that Monday night’s dinner will be salmon, I opted instead for the chicken tonite. It came with some sort of turnip thing, which I didn’t even taste, and a potato and haggis croquette, which I LOVED! The potato cut down the peppery flavor of the haggis and it really was delicious. Dessert was some sort of mousse-like thing that looked like a pretty little package. It tasted as good as it looked!
A lot of people in the group just arrived today, and are quite tired from the travel and the time change. I am glad I had a week to adjust before having to do the tour--we have to be up early tomorrow for breakfast at 7:00!!
I caught the sightseeing bus just a couple blocks from the hotel. The driver, AJ, was very friendly. He saw my Johnston pin and proudly informed me that he is from Johnstone! He told me some things about the town, but I could barely understand a word he said. The tour was great--there is so much interesting architecture in Glasgow, and the guide, Claire, pointed out many places of interest. I took tons of pictures. At one point, we had to change buses, because the ticket machine on our bus had stopped working. Never a dull moment!
Following the tour, I stopped at the Post Office to get postcard stamps, and then headed to M&S to get lunch. I enjoyed my sandwich and lemonade while sitting out on the pedestrian mall. Then I returned to the hotel and picked up my suitcase, called a taxi, and it was off to the airport. I was due to meet the group at 2:30, and I got there at 1, so I had plenty of time to read.
About 2:00 I got up to walk around and stretch my legs, and noticed some people sitting there who had the same green luggage tags that I have. I had found my tour group! The 2 couples who were there were very nice--Frank and Keets are from Washington state, and Dick and Jennifer are from Mississippi. Jennifer has a Scotland folder too!! She says she learned about trip planning from going to Disney!
We drove out to the hotel, which is right on Loch Lomond. It is a huge, beautiful place, and looks like a castle (even more so than the castle I stayed at Thursday night). But it is not. It is a Baronial Manor House. Whatever, it is just gorgeous! As we pulled up we saw that there was a wedding party gathering for photos. They lined up all the guys, about 30 or 40 of them, on the steps for a photo, in their kilts! Their was one wee lad, about 4 years old, wearing a wee kilt and he was just so cute! A slightly older boy, maybe 8 or 9, was apparently wearing his grandfather’s kilt, which is 50 years old! It made a great picture, and Jennifer and I were there snapping away along with the wedding photographer.
After checking in, I went in search of my room. It is all the way down at the end of a very long and winding corridor. The room is huge and very nice. I unpacked what I need for the next 2 days, and then went down to meet the tour director, Karen, who is from Seattle. At 6:15 we all assembled in the lobby, and went out on the front steps for a group photo. Then there was a reception where we were all given name tags, unfortunately just for tonite. I will never remember all the names of everyone!
Dinner was at 7 in a private dining room. There are 40 of us on this tour, plus Karen, so I guess we warrant a separate area. Having been told that Monday night’s dinner will be salmon, I opted instead for the chicken tonite. It came with some sort of turnip thing, which I didn’t even taste, and a potato and haggis croquette, which I LOVED! The potato cut down the peppery flavor of the haggis and it really was delicious. Dessert was some sort of mousse-like thing that looked like a pretty little package. It tasted as good as it looked!
A lot of people in the group just arrived today, and are quite tired from the travel and the time change. I am glad I had a week to adjust before having to do the tour--we have to be up early tomorrow for breakfast at 7:00!!
Scotland Trip Report--Day 8--Fintry to Glasgow
Well, my night in a castle was just great! Slept well but woke up really early, so I just lay in bed thinking about my day until it was time to get up. I had a nice breakfast in the dungeon. I am getting so used to porridge and yogurt every morning, don’t know what I will do if I can’t keep it up while on the tour!
I drove down to Glasgow and returned my car. I did decide that having a car in the city was just silly, so I saved the money by turning it in a day and a half early, and promptly spent half of that money on a taxi into town! (I’ll spend the other half tomorrow getting back to the airport to meet my tour group)
My hotel was hard to find, so I had to call and ask “where are you?” Turns out we were right outside their door, it just wasn’t marked at all. It was only 11 am, and checkin was at 3, so I was delighted to learn my room was ready. I headed up to my room, dumped the luggage and my coat (it was warm and sunny out), and had a look around. This is QUITE a difference from last night’s lodgings! All very modern, one full wall of windows for the bedroom and living room. It really is more of an apartment than a hotel. It has 2 separate rooms plus a bathroom and entry. The living room has a full kitchen, complete with stove/oven, microwave, dishwasher, and washer/dryer! The furnitures are sort of Danish modern, which I hate, and the walls are stark white with nothing on them. But the place is immaculately clean, well lit, and in a great location, and the price is right, so I will not complain about the décor!
Having obtained a map of the city, I was delighted to see that my hotel was in walking distance of the Underground, as well as some of the things I wanted to see. So I set out to the Underground first, bought a day pass for about $6.50, and headed towards my first destination--the Scotland Street School Museum.
What a cool place! The school was built in 1906, and was in use until 1979. The classrooms held SIXTY students each!! They had rooms set up the way they would have been in Victorian times, during WWII, and in the 50s-60s. It was just fascinating. Lots of information about how the kids had to evacuate to the countryside during the war, too. I can’t even imagine.
When I came out of the museum, it was raining and had turned cold. I took the Underground back to my starting point, and headed to the Willow Tea Room for afternoon tea (today’s lunch). I had to pass the hotel, so I stopped in and grabbed my coat, which was much better. I then walked the 2 blocks to the tearoom. This place is quite famous and was highly recommended, so I put it on my list of things to do. I was not disappointed. The sandwiches were yummy--cucumber, ham, egg mayonnaise (egg salad), and a smoked salmon one (yuck) that I skipped. The scone was outstanding, with cream and jam. I had selected carrot cake for my sweet choice, but the frosting was just toooooo rich, so I only had a couple of bites. The peppermint tea was warm and delicious, very nice in the cold weather.
Following tea, I walked up the road to the Tenement House. This was the thing I most wanted to see in Glasgow. The woman who lived there for over 50 years never threw anything out, so her entire life was documented in minute detail. It gave an intimate look at life in the early to mid 20th century in a tenement. Now, I always though of tenements as slums. But apparently there are different kinds, and this was more of a working-class place. Most assuredly not a slum. There were 4 rooms and a “lobby”--a bedroom, a parlor, a kitchen, and an indoor bathroom! But they had to use a wash-house out in the back for their laundry. The stone steps would have been a trial, especially in wet weather. But 6 people could sleep there, 2 in the bedroom, and 2 each in the kitchen and in a closet-like area that was apparently outlawed at one point due to no circulation of air! It was really interesting and I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Next I took the Underground to the other side of town to see the Museum of Transport. This place was cool. It looks at all different sorts of transportation in Glasgow from the l1800s to now. Tram cars, subways, trains, carriages, cars, boats, even a hearse! It was really interesting seeing how people got around years ago. Makes me appreciate my nice cushy Toyota, and the modern plane I flew here in!
After taking the underground back to “my neighborhood” I went in search of an ATM, as funds were getting low. I rarely use cash at home, but here I have been using a lot more. I was delighted to find a Marks and Spencer across the street from the ATM, so I decided to get something there for dinner. That way, I could eat while the laundry was going. So I got a Cottage Pie (like Shepherd’s Pie, but with beef instead of lamb), some lemonade, and a chocolate croissant. I am really impressed with M&S in particular, and with Scotland in general. There is no high fructose corn syrup in anything I’ve seen--it all uses sugar. And no trans fats either! Makes it so nice for me, since I don’t eat those things. I also got some stuff for breakfast so I won’t have to eat out--yogurt, fresh squeezed OJ, and another chocolate croissant. On the way back, I noticed a long line of teenagers that wound around the block. I have NO idea what they were lined up for, but apparently Glasgow has its own version of Slut Night, becuase the way these girls were dressed was obscene! One girl looked to be wearing no more than a bikini top and a tutu!!
Back at the hotel, I put in a load of wash, which at this time has taken nearly 2 hours and is not finished! I will be doing laundry all night!! I cooked my dinner, a nice change from going out to eat all the time, and just relaxed, checking email, watching TV, and finding info on a city sightseeing tour for tomorrow. Since I saw all the places I wanted to see today, I have free time tomorrow until about 1 pm, when I have to head out to the airport to meet my tour.
I wonder if this wash cycle will EVER end????
I drove down to Glasgow and returned my car. I did decide that having a car in the city was just silly, so I saved the money by turning it in a day and a half early, and promptly spent half of that money on a taxi into town! (I’ll spend the other half tomorrow getting back to the airport to meet my tour group)
My hotel was hard to find, so I had to call and ask “where are you?” Turns out we were right outside their door, it just wasn’t marked at all. It was only 11 am, and checkin was at 3, so I was delighted to learn my room was ready. I headed up to my room, dumped the luggage and my coat (it was warm and sunny out), and had a look around. This is QUITE a difference from last night’s lodgings! All very modern, one full wall of windows for the bedroom and living room. It really is more of an apartment than a hotel. It has 2 separate rooms plus a bathroom and entry. The living room has a full kitchen, complete with stove/oven, microwave, dishwasher, and washer/dryer! The furnitures are sort of Danish modern, which I hate, and the walls are stark white with nothing on them. But the place is immaculately clean, well lit, and in a great location, and the price is right, so I will not complain about the décor!
Having obtained a map of the city, I was delighted to see that my hotel was in walking distance of the Underground, as well as some of the things I wanted to see. So I set out to the Underground first, bought a day pass for about $6.50, and headed towards my first destination--the Scotland Street School Museum.
What a cool place! The school was built in 1906, and was in use until 1979. The classrooms held SIXTY students each!! They had rooms set up the way they would have been in Victorian times, during WWII, and in the 50s-60s. It was just fascinating. Lots of information about how the kids had to evacuate to the countryside during the war, too. I can’t even imagine.
When I came out of the museum, it was raining and had turned cold. I took the Underground back to my starting point, and headed to the Willow Tea Room for afternoon tea (today’s lunch). I had to pass the hotel, so I stopped in and grabbed my coat, which was much better. I then walked the 2 blocks to the tearoom. This place is quite famous and was highly recommended, so I put it on my list of things to do. I was not disappointed. The sandwiches were yummy--cucumber, ham, egg mayonnaise (egg salad), and a smoked salmon one (yuck) that I skipped. The scone was outstanding, with cream and jam. I had selected carrot cake for my sweet choice, but the frosting was just toooooo rich, so I only had a couple of bites. The peppermint tea was warm and delicious, very nice in the cold weather.
Following tea, I walked up the road to the Tenement House. This was the thing I most wanted to see in Glasgow. The woman who lived there for over 50 years never threw anything out, so her entire life was documented in minute detail. It gave an intimate look at life in the early to mid 20th century in a tenement. Now, I always though of tenements as slums. But apparently there are different kinds, and this was more of a working-class place. Most assuredly not a slum. There were 4 rooms and a “lobby”--a bedroom, a parlor, a kitchen, and an indoor bathroom! But they had to use a wash-house out in the back for their laundry. The stone steps would have been a trial, especially in wet weather. But 6 people could sleep there, 2 in the bedroom, and 2 each in the kitchen and in a closet-like area that was apparently outlawed at one point due to no circulation of air! It was really interesting and I enjoyed it thoroughly.
Next I took the Underground to the other side of town to see the Museum of Transport. This place was cool. It looks at all different sorts of transportation in Glasgow from the l1800s to now. Tram cars, subways, trains, carriages, cars, boats, even a hearse! It was really interesting seeing how people got around years ago. Makes me appreciate my nice cushy Toyota, and the modern plane I flew here in!
After taking the underground back to “my neighborhood” I went in search of an ATM, as funds were getting low. I rarely use cash at home, but here I have been using a lot more. I was delighted to find a Marks and Spencer across the street from the ATM, so I decided to get something there for dinner. That way, I could eat while the laundry was going. So I got a Cottage Pie (like Shepherd’s Pie, but with beef instead of lamb), some lemonade, and a chocolate croissant. I am really impressed with M&S in particular, and with Scotland in general. There is no high fructose corn syrup in anything I’ve seen--it all uses sugar. And no trans fats either! Makes it so nice for me, since I don’t eat those things. I also got some stuff for breakfast so I won’t have to eat out--yogurt, fresh squeezed OJ, and another chocolate croissant. On the way back, I noticed a long line of teenagers that wound around the block. I have NO idea what they were lined up for, but apparently Glasgow has its own version of Slut Night, becuase the way these girls were dressed was obscene! One girl looked to be wearing no more than a bikini top and a tutu!!
Back at the hotel, I put in a load of wash, which at this time has taken nearly 2 hours and is not finished! I will be doing laundry all night!! I cooked my dinner, a nice change from going out to eat all the time, and just relaxed, checking email, watching TV, and finding info on a city sightseeing tour for tomorrow. Since I saw all the places I wanted to see today, I have free time tomorrow until about 1 pm, when I have to head out to the airport to meet my tour.
I wonder if this wash cycle will EVER end????
Scotland Trip Report--Day 7--Dumfries to Fintry
I woke up early for some odd reason, so I got loaded up, had breakfast, and headed out. My first stop was Culzean Castle, which was out on the coast. It was just lovely! Great views of the water, very large and opulent. Hard to imagine living that way! The weirdest thing was that in the gardens, there were tons of palm trees! It looked like I was in Florida! I had lunch at the Coffee House there, just soup and bread, but then got some ice cream on the way out.
I then began the long drive up to Fintry, which is north of Glasgow. My gas gauge was getting low, so I had to stop for petrol. OMG is it expensive! 1 pound per liter, 4 liters to a gallon, so that is over $7 per gallon! It cost over $70 to fill the little tank! OUCH!!
I was truly driving through the wilds of Scotland. Beautiful country, but desolate. Few cars, no people, just lots and lots of cows and sheep. At one point the sheep were all in the road ahead of me! The shepherd and his dog were trying to clear them off the road. Naturally, I stopped and took a picture. I thought it was a riot!
I continued on my way, going over one lane roads again, through the hills. No cell signal there--”emergency calls only”. Nice to know I could get through if I really needed to!
My destination was the Culcreuch Castle Hotel, just outside of the tiny town of Fintry. It was not very well marked, and I drove past the entrance twice! Finally I found it though. It is a tower style castle, built in 1296. The oldest continually occupied castle in Central Scotland. The views are beautiful. I can’t imagine living here!
I checked in and was delighted to find that my room is the closest to the ground floor. Just one flight up. The negative to that turns out to be noise, as everyone has to pass my room to get up to theirs, and I also get some noise from the bar (which closes at 11pm thank heavens!) My room is lovely and quite comfortable, and WiFi is available for a small fee.
I wandered around the castle, looking at the Drawing Room, the Dining Room, and the Laird’s Hall (WOW!!), as well as the grounds. Took a bunch of pictures. Then I sat in the Drawing Room and read for awhile. I went down and had dinner in the Dungeon Bar. Really! It used to be the dungeon! Very cool. I had fish and chips, which were quite yummy.
I headed back up to my room to go online and watch some TV. It was a bit chilly in the room, so I turned on the heat. Yes, heat! In July! I indulged in some hot cocoa at bedtime, which warmed me up a bit more. Sleeping in a 13th Century castle--too cool!
I then began the long drive up to Fintry, which is north of Glasgow. My gas gauge was getting low, so I had to stop for petrol. OMG is it expensive! 1 pound per liter, 4 liters to a gallon, so that is over $7 per gallon! It cost over $70 to fill the little tank! OUCH!!
I was truly driving through the wilds of Scotland. Beautiful country, but desolate. Few cars, no people, just lots and lots of cows and sheep. At one point the sheep were all in the road ahead of me! The shepherd and his dog were trying to clear them off the road. Naturally, I stopped and took a picture. I thought it was a riot!
I continued on my way, going over one lane roads again, through the hills. No cell signal there--”emergency calls only”. Nice to know I could get through if I really needed to!
My destination was the Culcreuch Castle Hotel, just outside of the tiny town of Fintry. It was not very well marked, and I drove past the entrance twice! Finally I found it though. It is a tower style castle, built in 1296. The oldest continually occupied castle in Central Scotland. The views are beautiful. I can’t imagine living here!
I checked in and was delighted to find that my room is the closest to the ground floor. Just one flight up. The negative to that turns out to be noise, as everyone has to pass my room to get up to theirs, and I also get some noise from the bar (which closes at 11pm thank heavens!) My room is lovely and quite comfortable, and WiFi is available for a small fee.
I wandered around the castle, looking at the Drawing Room, the Dining Room, and the Laird’s Hall (WOW!!), as well as the grounds. Took a bunch of pictures. Then I sat in the Drawing Room and read for awhile. I went down and had dinner in the Dungeon Bar. Really! It used to be the dungeon! Very cool. I had fish and chips, which were quite yummy.
I headed back up to my room to go online and watch some TV. It was a bit chilly in the room, so I turned on the heat. Yes, heat! In July! I indulged in some hot cocoa at bedtime, which warmed me up a bit more. Sleeping in a 13th Century castle--too cool!
Scotland Trip Report--Day 6--Dumfries
I woke to a beautiful, sunny day that would eventually hit nearly 70 degrees. Breakfast was nice with some yummy porridge, bacon and ham, and an egg. Afterwards, I walked downtown to find T-Mobile. It had not opened yet so I browsed through a bookstore for a bit, and then returned. They had no batteries, but cheerfully directed me to where I could buy one for about 10-15 pounds or so. I asked about new pay-as-you-go phones, and they had one for only 10 pounds! I had to buy a 5 pound SIM card, but that was still only 15 pounds all together, so it was a no brainer.
I got directions to the Dumfries Museum and Camera Obscura, and set out on a LONG walk across the River Nith to the other side of town. The Camera Obscura was in a tower, about 70 steps up. It was the coolest thing! The camera looks out all over the town in a big circle, and the picture is reflected on a plain white surface in the tower, so it looks like you are just looking at the actual town. The museum itself was only fair, but overall it was worth the hike. I returned to the B&B to get my car, and drove down to Castle Douglas, about 15-20 miles away, and out to Threave Castle.
The castle can only be reached by boat, as it is in the middle of the River Dee. It was a ¾ mile walk out to the dock, and then you go across in a little motorboat. The castle itself was really cool. Basically a tower, like the Johnston’s Lockwood Tower, more than a fancy storybook type castle. It is in ruins now, but you could see the Great Hall, the basement, and the kitchen. Climbing the turnpike stair was great fun--NOT. I held on to the rope for dear life!
After seeing the castle and trekking back ¾ mile to my car, I headed into town to find some lunch. I had to parallel park, which was surprisingly easy in an unfamiliar car. I went into a restaurant which turned out to be closed for renovations, but was serving food at the bar. I ordered the Scotch Pie, which is minced lamb in a mini pie shell, topped with baked beans. It was YUMMY!!!! It was served with “chips” (French fries) and more beans. I had Rhubarb “Pie” (actually more of a rhubarb crisp) with vanilla ice cream and it felt like home! Really good stuff. I had a nice chat with the woman who owned the place, who was telling me all about different things to do in Glasgow, and asking about my trip.
From there I drove over to Annan. I knew the museum closed at 4, so I only had 20 minutes to spend there, but it is a small museum, and I was determined not to miss it again this year! (last year when we came, it was closed). It was quite interesting, and they had a DVD playing that was talking about the Johnstons! I will try to get a copy of it so I can see the whole thing.
Back at the B&B, the WiFi was out, so I walked about 2 blocks to the library (the same one we went to last year--they still had me in their file!) for free internet. I got the directions I needed for tomorrows trip, and checked my email. I went to dinner at a little pub just up the street from the B&B. MUCH better than last night! Very friendly service, got my water right away, and even had silverware. I ordered the lasagne. It was completely different from what we eat at home. For starters, it is topped with cheddar cheese instead of mozzarella. Also, not as much tomato in the sauce, and not as many noodles. It was delicious! I had another nice chat with the barmaid and her friend, who were asking me all about NJ and about my trip.
Tonite I have to pack again since I leave in the morning. I have a long drive ahead of me--at least 3 hours all together. I am thinking I may return my car on Friday instead of driving into Glasgow. It will mean a taxi from the airport in to town and back again the next day, but I think it may be the better idea.
I got directions to the Dumfries Museum and Camera Obscura, and set out on a LONG walk across the River Nith to the other side of town. The Camera Obscura was in a tower, about 70 steps up. It was the coolest thing! The camera looks out all over the town in a big circle, and the picture is reflected on a plain white surface in the tower, so it looks like you are just looking at the actual town. The museum itself was only fair, but overall it was worth the hike. I returned to the B&B to get my car, and drove down to Castle Douglas, about 15-20 miles away, and out to Threave Castle.
The castle can only be reached by boat, as it is in the middle of the River Dee. It was a ¾ mile walk out to the dock, and then you go across in a little motorboat. The castle itself was really cool. Basically a tower, like the Johnston’s Lockwood Tower, more than a fancy storybook type castle. It is in ruins now, but you could see the Great Hall, the basement, and the kitchen. Climbing the turnpike stair was great fun--NOT. I held on to the rope for dear life!
After seeing the castle and trekking back ¾ mile to my car, I headed into town to find some lunch. I had to parallel park, which was surprisingly easy in an unfamiliar car. I went into a restaurant which turned out to be closed for renovations, but was serving food at the bar. I ordered the Scotch Pie, which is minced lamb in a mini pie shell, topped with baked beans. It was YUMMY!!!! It was served with “chips” (French fries) and more beans. I had Rhubarb “Pie” (actually more of a rhubarb crisp) with vanilla ice cream and it felt like home! Really good stuff. I had a nice chat with the woman who owned the place, who was telling me all about different things to do in Glasgow, and asking about my trip.
From there I drove over to Annan. I knew the museum closed at 4, so I only had 20 minutes to spend there, but it is a small museum, and I was determined not to miss it again this year! (last year when we came, it was closed). It was quite interesting, and they had a DVD playing that was talking about the Johnstons! I will try to get a copy of it so I can see the whole thing.
Back at the B&B, the WiFi was out, so I walked about 2 blocks to the library (the same one we went to last year--they still had me in their file!) for free internet. I got the directions I needed for tomorrows trip, and checked my email. I went to dinner at a little pub just up the street from the B&B. MUCH better than last night! Very friendly service, got my water right away, and even had silverware. I ordered the lasagne. It was completely different from what we eat at home. For starters, it is topped with cheddar cheese instead of mozzarella. Also, not as much tomato in the sauce, and not as many noodles. It was delicious! I had another nice chat with the barmaid and her friend, who were asking me all about NJ and about my trip.
Tonite I have to pack again since I leave in the morning. I have a long drive ahead of me--at least 3 hours all together. I am thinking I may return my car on Friday instead of driving into Glasgow. It will mean a taxi from the airport in to town and back again the next day, but I think it may be the better idea.
Scotland Trip Report--Day 5--Edinburgh to Dumfries
I reset my alarm to 9:30 because I didn’t feel like getting up. Found a sunny day, which was a nice surprise. After dropping off my small suitcase at the Concierge for storage, I splurged on breakfast in the hotel--adding eggs and sausage to my menu from the other day. Then I checked out of my room and grabbed a taxi to the Avis place.
My car is a Peugeot. It’s OK, nothing fancy, but it IS automatic. I programmed the GPS for Moffat, prayed hard, and headed out. Driving through Edinburgh was actually fun and quite interesting. I saw lots of cool buildings--I just love the old style architecture.
Once I was outside of town, I had to drive a little faster, of course, but managed to do just fine. Driving through the countryside, I once again noticed all the cows laying down! As I drove south it started to rain. Near Moffat, I turned onto a tiny little road, single lane, and just went from one of these to another. Fortunately I passed no other traffic--until I came to the bottom of a hill. A truck was turning, and was kind enough to back up and let me come down the hill. It was a UPS truck!!
Then the roads got even narrower, and I seemed to be driving on a farm--it was like the back roads at Glenbogle. Obviously, I was lost. I pulled over and reprogrammed the GPS, this time just asking for the center of town. I backtracked several miles on these cattle roads, and then finally turned onto a 2 lane road again. Once in town, I made a wrong turn that turned out to be the right turn! It brought me right where I wanted to go--the Moffat Woolen Mills, where we had stopped last year for lunch and shopping.
I had a nice light lunch of tomato soup and bread, along with some juice. Then I walked around the shop. The section I really wanted, which had all the cool clan stuff, was gone. Bummer. Not much else there interested me, but I did buy a pair of dishtowels with the flag of Scotland on them.
From there I drove north out of town, into the Devil’s Beeftub. This is where the Johnstons used to hide the cattle and sheep they had stolen! After that I headed down to Dumfries. I was a bit early to check in (had to be after 4), so I drove around town a bit, and stopped at a grocery store to buy water. By then it was about 4:30, so I went to the B&B to check in. The place is quite nice, similar to where we stayed last year. The owner, Suzy, was very nice and helpful in giving me directions into town and recommending a good place for dinner. The room is also very nice, and there is free WiFi! (It doesn’t work in my room for some reason, but it works great in the dining room downstairs, which is fine with me). My stupid cell phone won’t charge for some reason, and is down to 2 bars on the battery. I will have to either replace the battery or get a new phone tomorrow, but Suzy assured me that every cellular carrier in Scotland has a shop in downtown Dumfries!
I set off in the rain to find Caben’s Arms pub, which was Suzy’s recommendation for dinner. The walk was longer than I expected, but not difficult despite the rain. There was a 15 minute wait, but Suzy had said this was the best place in town, so I waited. I had Steak Pie again, and a “jacket potato” (baked potato). The food was great, the service, not so much. Yes, they were busy, but I began to think I was invisible! I had no silverware until AFTER my food came. No one ever offered me a drink or even brought me a glass of water! I waited 25 minutes for my check! I was NOT impressed.
I walked back in the rain, and it had really gotten windy. The large umbrella I had borrowed from the B&B ( I figured it was better than my little one) was blowing all over the place. I was very happy to get back without being drenched. Derek (Mr. Owner, who is as nice as his wife) came up and showed me how to work the TV. Then I went and sat in the dining room on the computer, and Suzy came in a couple times to offer me tea or a snack. I was still full from dinner, so I will stick to just water tonite.
I have come to the conclusion that an entire week of “me time” is a bit too much. Four days in and I am longing for a familiar voice. Of course, not having the use of my phone is not helping, nor is the gloomy weather. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
My car is a Peugeot. It’s OK, nothing fancy, but it IS automatic. I programmed the GPS for Moffat, prayed hard, and headed out. Driving through Edinburgh was actually fun and quite interesting. I saw lots of cool buildings--I just love the old style architecture.
Once I was outside of town, I had to drive a little faster, of course, but managed to do just fine. Driving through the countryside, I once again noticed all the cows laying down! As I drove south it started to rain. Near Moffat, I turned onto a tiny little road, single lane, and just went from one of these to another. Fortunately I passed no other traffic--until I came to the bottom of a hill. A truck was turning, and was kind enough to back up and let me come down the hill. It was a UPS truck!!
Then the roads got even narrower, and I seemed to be driving on a farm--it was like the back roads at Glenbogle. Obviously, I was lost. I pulled over and reprogrammed the GPS, this time just asking for the center of town. I backtracked several miles on these cattle roads, and then finally turned onto a 2 lane road again. Once in town, I made a wrong turn that turned out to be the right turn! It brought me right where I wanted to go--the Moffat Woolen Mills, where we had stopped last year for lunch and shopping.
I had a nice light lunch of tomato soup and bread, along with some juice. Then I walked around the shop. The section I really wanted, which had all the cool clan stuff, was gone. Bummer. Not much else there interested me, but I did buy a pair of dishtowels with the flag of Scotland on them.
From there I drove north out of town, into the Devil’s Beeftub. This is where the Johnstons used to hide the cattle and sheep they had stolen! After that I headed down to Dumfries. I was a bit early to check in (had to be after 4), so I drove around town a bit, and stopped at a grocery store to buy water. By then it was about 4:30, so I went to the B&B to check in. The place is quite nice, similar to where we stayed last year. The owner, Suzy, was very nice and helpful in giving me directions into town and recommending a good place for dinner. The room is also very nice, and there is free WiFi! (It doesn’t work in my room for some reason, but it works great in the dining room downstairs, which is fine with me). My stupid cell phone won’t charge for some reason, and is down to 2 bars on the battery. I will have to either replace the battery or get a new phone tomorrow, but Suzy assured me that every cellular carrier in Scotland has a shop in downtown Dumfries!
I set off in the rain to find Caben’s Arms pub, which was Suzy’s recommendation for dinner. The walk was longer than I expected, but not difficult despite the rain. There was a 15 minute wait, but Suzy had said this was the best place in town, so I waited. I had Steak Pie again, and a “jacket potato” (baked potato). The food was great, the service, not so much. Yes, they were busy, but I began to think I was invisible! I had no silverware until AFTER my food came. No one ever offered me a drink or even brought me a glass of water! I waited 25 minutes for my check! I was NOT impressed.
I walked back in the rain, and it had really gotten windy. The large umbrella I had borrowed from the B&B ( I figured it was better than my little one) was blowing all over the place. I was very happy to get back without being drenched. Derek (Mr. Owner, who is as nice as his wife) came up and showed me how to work the TV. Then I went and sat in the dining room on the computer, and Suzy came in a couple times to offer me tea or a snack. I was still full from dinner, so I will stick to just water tonite.
I have come to the conclusion that an entire week of “me time” is a bit too much. Four days in and I am longing for a familiar voice. Of course, not having the use of my phone is not helping, nor is the gloomy weather. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
Scotland Trip Report--Day 4--Edinburgh
Another good night’s sleep and no leg cramps. I think I may be adjusting to the time change. I did hit the snooze button twice, but then got up and went out. I checked the coffee shop nearby but found nothing interesting for breakfast. I ended up at Burger King, opting for a bacon and egg sandwich. It was missing the most important part--the cheese!
It was another nice day, cool and breezy, but partly sunny. It’s funny--you can tell who the locals are. They are the one in shorts and capris, and only a T-shirt. The tourists are all bundled up in our coats and long pants! I walked over to the Waverly Bridge where the tour buses line up, and boarded a city tour bus that makes a loop around the city, stopping at all the major sights.
My first stop was The People’s Story, which was several floors describing the history of Scotland and Edinburgh from medieval times to the 1980s. It was really interesting, but I noticed it had a definite Socialist perspective! They were actually advocating the Welfare State!!
While waiting for the bus, I wandered into a shop and found a backpack! It was exactly what I needed, and only 5 pounds. I shoved my bulky bag inside and was immediately assured that I had made a good choice. Back on the bus, we made our way up the Royal Mile toward the castle. I hopped off and went to see Gladstone’s Land, a middle class residence from the 17th and 18th century. I love looking at stuff like this! Afterward, I killed time waiting for the bus by grabbing a tomato & cheese sandwich for lunch, along with some mango juice (yummy!)
I returned to the bus, and we wound our way through the city. The guide was great, and as we passed the spot where many hangings took place, she told us that rather than use a gallows, they just had a bar atop a pole. The condemned person would stand on a bucket, and the hangman would toss the rope over the bar. When he was ready, he would yank on the rope and kick away the bucket. That’s where the saying “kick the bucket” comes from to describe someone dying!
After the tour, I walked up into the New Town, stopping in some shops along the way. I went to see The Georgian House, a rich family’s town house from the 18th century. It was really beautiful, and well restored and presented. I’m amazed at the opulent lifestyle people had, even without indoor plumbing! Walking back toward the hotel, I picked up fudge and shortbread for the kids, and was delighted to find a Johnston crest plaque for myself. I made another stop at M&S for some water and a snack for tonite, and then headed back to the hotel for a rest and some computer time. My feet hurt!!! I am probably walking about 4 miles a day, and these poor tootsies just aren’t used to it.
At 7pm I set out to find some dinner. I didn’t want anything fancy, but I did want real food. I found a nice pub called MacGregors. I ordered tomato and lentil soup, and steak and ale pie. Both were delicious! There was a man there who was looking at some photos he had, and he came over to my table. “Excuse me, but is this you?” It WAS! He had taken a photo of me in the parade! He gave me the photo, which I will scan into my computer when I get home.
I walked back down to the hotel, and picked up a few more souveniers and postcards. I looked through a book of Scottish names, and there, along with names like Alastair and Hamish, I found Wendy!! All these years I have hated my name, and now I find out it is a Scottish name! Thanks Mom & Dad--you did good!!
I returned to the hotel and packed my bags. I had to figure out what I need to take with me for the next 9 days, and what I can leave here in the smaller suitcase. Tomorrow I check out and head for Dumfries. And I will be driving. On the left!
It was another nice day, cool and breezy, but partly sunny. It’s funny--you can tell who the locals are. They are the one in shorts and capris, and only a T-shirt. The tourists are all bundled up in our coats and long pants! I walked over to the Waverly Bridge where the tour buses line up, and boarded a city tour bus that makes a loop around the city, stopping at all the major sights.
My first stop was The People’s Story, which was several floors describing the history of Scotland and Edinburgh from medieval times to the 1980s. It was really interesting, but I noticed it had a definite Socialist perspective! They were actually advocating the Welfare State!!
While waiting for the bus, I wandered into a shop and found a backpack! It was exactly what I needed, and only 5 pounds. I shoved my bulky bag inside and was immediately assured that I had made a good choice. Back on the bus, we made our way up the Royal Mile toward the castle. I hopped off and went to see Gladstone’s Land, a middle class residence from the 17th and 18th century. I love looking at stuff like this! Afterward, I killed time waiting for the bus by grabbing a tomato & cheese sandwich for lunch, along with some mango juice (yummy!)
I returned to the bus, and we wound our way through the city. The guide was great, and as we passed the spot where many hangings took place, she told us that rather than use a gallows, they just had a bar atop a pole. The condemned person would stand on a bucket, and the hangman would toss the rope over the bar. When he was ready, he would yank on the rope and kick away the bucket. That’s where the saying “kick the bucket” comes from to describe someone dying!
After the tour, I walked up into the New Town, stopping in some shops along the way. I went to see The Georgian House, a rich family’s town house from the 18th century. It was really beautiful, and well restored and presented. I’m amazed at the opulent lifestyle people had, even without indoor plumbing! Walking back toward the hotel, I picked up fudge and shortbread for the kids, and was delighted to find a Johnston crest plaque for myself. I made another stop at M&S for some water and a snack for tonite, and then headed back to the hotel for a rest and some computer time. My feet hurt!!! I am probably walking about 4 miles a day, and these poor tootsies just aren’t used to it.
At 7pm I set out to find some dinner. I didn’t want anything fancy, but I did want real food. I found a nice pub called MacGregors. I ordered tomato and lentil soup, and steak and ale pie. Both were delicious! There was a man there who was looking at some photos he had, and he came over to my table. “Excuse me, but is this you?” It WAS! He had taken a photo of me in the parade! He gave me the photo, which I will scan into my computer when I get home.
I walked back down to the hotel, and picked up a few more souveniers and postcards. I looked through a book of Scottish names, and there, along with names like Alastair and Hamish, I found Wendy!! All these years I have hated my name, and now I find out it is a Scottish name! Thanks Mom & Dad--you did good!!
I returned to the hotel and packed my bags. I had to figure out what I need to take with me for the next 9 days, and what I can leave here in the smaller suitcase. Tomorrow I check out and head for Dumfries. And I will be driving. On the left!
Scotland Trip Report--Day 3--Edinburgh
I slept very well and woke to the alarm at 0900. The room was FREEZING! It seems the A/C is all or nothing, so I opted for nothing. Fortunately, I had no leg cramps during the night. I headed down to the hotel restaurant for a buffet breakfast, which set me back 16 pounds ($30) for some yogurt, tea, OJ, and bread!! I knew there had to be an alternative, and determined to seek one out for future mornings.
It had rained quite heavily overnight, so I knew the park would be a swamp--it had been muddy the day before in the sunshine. So I opted to skip the park, and instead headed to the National Museum of Scotland. It was a nice walk, maybe ¾ mile. I still saw a lot of kilts. Not as many as yesterday, but still a lot.
The museum was fascinating, and before I knew it, my stomach was growling and asking for some lunch. Museum prices are only slightly less obscene than those at the hotel, and I ended up spending over $13 for a sandwich, a small chai, and a bottle of water. After lunch I finished seeing the museum, having learned a lot about Scotland that I didn’t know.
Fortunately the weather had improved, and it was quite nice out. I walked back to the hotel, wishing I had brought a backpack. It seemed everyone else was carrying one, and here I had a bag over one shoulder that was killing me! I dropped off my trench coat and most of what was in my bag, and headed back out. The stores would close at 6, being a Sunday, so I wanted to look around a bit. I couldn’t find a backpack anywhere. I went in to Marks and Spencer to their Food Hall (the greatest invention I can think of!) and got a sandwich, a cookie, and more water, and for a reasonable price at last!
Back at the hotel around 6 (after they rolled up the sidewalks except for the restaurants.) I sat with my feet up, watched TV, and ate my dinner. The housekeeping staff had turned the A/C back on, and the room was freezing again. I turned it off and sat in my coat until it warmed up.
I called Laura at camp, and was happy to hear her sounding much more enthusiastic about talking to me. I then decided that it was worth the arm and a leg it would cost for 24 hours of internet access, and logged on. At least I would be able to use it on 2 different days, from 8pm to 8pm.
I tried in vain to find something on British TV that was worth watching. BBC News repeated the same few stories over and over again, and SKYNews was no different. Where was the 11pm news? CNN International? Good God I miss FOX News!! I gave up and took my aching feet to bed
It had rained quite heavily overnight, so I knew the park would be a swamp--it had been muddy the day before in the sunshine. So I opted to skip the park, and instead headed to the National Museum of Scotland. It was a nice walk, maybe ¾ mile. I still saw a lot of kilts. Not as many as yesterday, but still a lot.
The museum was fascinating, and before I knew it, my stomach was growling and asking for some lunch. Museum prices are only slightly less obscene than those at the hotel, and I ended up spending over $13 for a sandwich, a small chai, and a bottle of water. After lunch I finished seeing the museum, having learned a lot about Scotland that I didn’t know.
Fortunately the weather had improved, and it was quite nice out. I walked back to the hotel, wishing I had brought a backpack. It seemed everyone else was carrying one, and here I had a bag over one shoulder that was killing me! I dropped off my trench coat and most of what was in my bag, and headed back out. The stores would close at 6, being a Sunday, so I wanted to look around a bit. I couldn’t find a backpack anywhere. I went in to Marks and Spencer to their Food Hall (the greatest invention I can think of!) and got a sandwich, a cookie, and more water, and for a reasonable price at last!
Back at the hotel around 6 (after they rolled up the sidewalks except for the restaurants.) I sat with my feet up, watched TV, and ate my dinner. The housekeeping staff had turned the A/C back on, and the room was freezing again. I turned it off and sat in my coat until it warmed up.
I called Laura at camp, and was happy to hear her sounding much more enthusiastic about talking to me. I then decided that it was worth the arm and a leg it would cost for 24 hours of internet access, and logged on. At least I would be able to use it on 2 different days, from 8pm to 8pm.
I tried in vain to find something on British TV that was worth watching. BBC News repeated the same few stories over and over again, and SKYNews was no different. Where was the 11pm news? CNN International? Good God I miss FOX News!! I gave up and took my aching feet to bed
Scotland Trip Report--Day 1&2--Freehold to Edinburgh
The flight left a little late--baggage issues apparently. The seats were quiet comfy, and I had a nice guy next to me who’d been upgraded from Coach and was quite happy about it. I managed to sleep for about 4 hours or so, despite the fact that it was freezing and I had to ask for an extra blanket. I woke up in time for breakfast. Some cheese and mystery meat--no thanks! But the croissant and yogurt were good.
We landed about 1010, nearly on time. My bag was one of the first 10 to come out! I changed some money, and grabbed a taxi to the hotel. The driver was very nice.and we chatted all the way into town. At that point, we had a bit of a communications breakdown, entirely my fault. The fare was 19 pounds and change, and I tried to give him two 20 pound notes (looking to get some change for a tip). He said, “no, just one”, and in my confusion, which I can’t imagine what I was thinking, I took back the second 20 and left him with the change. A tip of about 30 pence on a nearly 20 pound fare. Once I thought about it, of course, I was mortified, and wished so much I could go back and find him to set it right.
I checked into the hotel and was delighted to find my room ready, even though it was only a bit past 1100, and checkin isn’t until 1400. I went up to my room, expecting something tiny, since I had requested a single room. Well, my room is huge! King sized bed, sitting area, enormous bathroom…what IS it with me and great hotel rooms lately?? My bags came up quickly, and I DID tip the bellman. I changed into my kilt and headed for Holyrood Park, site of The Gathering. 125 clans had assembled, the largest such gathering since 1822. It was a long walk to the park, much of it downhill. There were bagpipes playing, and kilts everywhere, in every style and type. Long, short, formal, casual. I even saw one guy in a kilt with a NY Yankees Tshirt!
I checked the Clan Village first, and was disappointed (but not surprised) to find that there was not a Johnston tent. (I had spoken with the Lady Johnstone and was told that the clan was not sending an official delegation, therefore no tent.) I found a large tent offering afternoon tea, so that was my lunch. It was quite yummy, but far too much food for me. The tea was great though, and the caffeine gave me a needed boost.
Following tea, I wandered through the various exhibits. I met some Johnstons from England who were very nice. I kept running into them all afternoon! In the geneology exhibit, I located the John Johnstone who left Scotland in the 1680s for America--this guy is on my family tree!! The lines for everything were long, especially for food. I was glad I’d had my tea with no waiting. I did stand in line for a Tshirt for myself--”I’m Going Home…The Gathering 2009”.
I hiked back up the hill heading back to the hotel, stopping along the way to get postcards for the kids. I found a set of kids bagpipes for Danny, and a kilt for Laura. Back at the room, I had thought to lay down and rest awhile, but was far too excited. So, I unpacked and rested my feet for a bit before heading out to get some dinner. I found a coffee shop near the hotel with some nice paninis, and that suited me just fine.
I decided I would be doing plenty more walking, so I took a taxi back down to the park. Ironically, I ended up giving the driver the wrong coin (I swear I will NEVER figure out the money here), so he got a GREAT tip! I sat and did some people watching while waiting for the parade lineup. Everyone was so friendly, and quite a few people just started up conversations with me as I sat there.
Finally it was time to line up for the parade. I located the Johnston banner, along with exactly FOUR Johnston/es. Not a great representation, but we made up for it in enthusiasm. Each group of 1000 people was led by a pipe band. The parade was great fun, and I was amazed at the huge crowds all along the way. People were hanging out windows watching! And it seemed nearly everyone was cheering for the Johnstons! We did accumulate a larger group--by the time we reached the castle at the top of the Royal Mile, we were a group of 15 or 16.
Following the mile-long hike up the hill, I headed into the Esplanade to find my seat for the pageant. The seats were VERY tight, with NO legroom. Thankfully, I had an aisle seat. And I was in a great location as well, in a row of Johnstons, all of whom happily chatted with me as we waited for the show to begin.
The pageant was nice, but sort of weird. I guess it’s an artsy thing--you have to see the symbolism. At the end, all of the pipe bands marched out together playing ‘Scotland The Brave’. I got chills from that which had nothing to do with the cold air’ (I was chilly despite a sweater, a jacket, AND a trench coat!) It made me proud to be a Scot.
I made my way back down the hill along with the rest of the mob, stopping for a blueberry muffin for a late night snack. I returned to the hotel about 2330, completely worn out. By midnight I was ready for bed, hoping I would not be awakened by leg cramps from all the walking I had done.
We landed about 1010, nearly on time. My bag was one of the first 10 to come out! I changed some money, and grabbed a taxi to the hotel. The driver was very nice.and we chatted all the way into town. At that point, we had a bit of a communications breakdown, entirely my fault. The fare was 19 pounds and change, and I tried to give him two 20 pound notes (looking to get some change for a tip). He said, “no, just one”, and in my confusion, which I can’t imagine what I was thinking, I took back the second 20 and left him with the change. A tip of about 30 pence on a nearly 20 pound fare. Once I thought about it, of course, I was mortified, and wished so much I could go back and find him to set it right.
I checked into the hotel and was delighted to find my room ready, even though it was only a bit past 1100, and checkin isn’t until 1400. I went up to my room, expecting something tiny, since I had requested a single room. Well, my room is huge! King sized bed, sitting area, enormous bathroom…what IS it with me and great hotel rooms lately?? My bags came up quickly, and I DID tip the bellman. I changed into my kilt and headed for Holyrood Park, site of The Gathering. 125 clans had assembled, the largest such gathering since 1822. It was a long walk to the park, much of it downhill. There were bagpipes playing, and kilts everywhere, in every style and type. Long, short, formal, casual. I even saw one guy in a kilt with a NY Yankees Tshirt!
I checked the Clan Village first, and was disappointed (but not surprised) to find that there was not a Johnston tent. (I had spoken with the Lady Johnstone and was told that the clan was not sending an official delegation, therefore no tent.) I found a large tent offering afternoon tea, so that was my lunch. It was quite yummy, but far too much food for me. The tea was great though, and the caffeine gave me a needed boost.
Following tea, I wandered through the various exhibits. I met some Johnstons from England who were very nice. I kept running into them all afternoon! In the geneology exhibit, I located the John Johnstone who left Scotland in the 1680s for America--this guy is on my family tree!! The lines for everything were long, especially for food. I was glad I’d had my tea with no waiting. I did stand in line for a Tshirt for myself--”I’m Going Home…The Gathering 2009”.
I hiked back up the hill heading back to the hotel, stopping along the way to get postcards for the kids. I found a set of kids bagpipes for Danny, and a kilt for Laura. Back at the room, I had thought to lay down and rest awhile, but was far too excited. So, I unpacked and rested my feet for a bit before heading out to get some dinner. I found a coffee shop near the hotel with some nice paninis, and that suited me just fine.
I decided I would be doing plenty more walking, so I took a taxi back down to the park. Ironically, I ended up giving the driver the wrong coin (I swear I will NEVER figure out the money here), so he got a GREAT tip! I sat and did some people watching while waiting for the parade lineup. Everyone was so friendly, and quite a few people just started up conversations with me as I sat there.
Finally it was time to line up for the parade. I located the Johnston banner, along with exactly FOUR Johnston/es. Not a great representation, but we made up for it in enthusiasm. Each group of 1000 people was led by a pipe band. The parade was great fun, and I was amazed at the huge crowds all along the way. People were hanging out windows watching! And it seemed nearly everyone was cheering for the Johnstons! We did accumulate a larger group--by the time we reached the castle at the top of the Royal Mile, we were a group of 15 or 16.
Following the mile-long hike up the hill, I headed into the Esplanade to find my seat for the pageant. The seats were VERY tight, with NO legroom. Thankfully, I had an aisle seat. And I was in a great location as well, in a row of Johnstons, all of whom happily chatted with me as we waited for the show to begin.
The pageant was nice, but sort of weird. I guess it’s an artsy thing--you have to see the symbolism. At the end, all of the pipe bands marched out together playing ‘Scotland The Brave’. I got chills from that which had nothing to do with the cold air’ (I was chilly despite a sweater, a jacket, AND a trench coat!) It made me proud to be a Scot.
I made my way back down the hill along with the rest of the mob, stopping for a blueberry muffin for a late night snack. I returned to the hotel about 2330, completely worn out. By midnight I was ready for bed, hoping I would not be awakened by leg cramps from all the walking I had done.
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