Gawking: Rosslyn Chapel, built in 1446. No pictures allowed inside, but outside looked like this —
Inside, we looked for a carving of corn, “green men heads”, and a movie poster. Do you know which not-so-very-good movie saved Rosslyn Chapel from perpetual ruin by jump-starting the flow of tourist dollars? Sure you do.
Storming: Stirling Castle, another important place of Robert the Bruce. This one is situated high above the city of Stirling, with stunning views and a more relaxed pace. In fact, this one was more easily stormed than Edinburgh Castle, as there were fewer tourists. We don’t dislike our fellow tourists; we just like it when they are other places than we are.
Inside lacked the artifacts, jewels, and big cannons of yesterday’s castle; but the reproductions were picture-worthy.
This is the Ladies’ Lookout, where ladies look out to enjoy the view of the pastoral countryside. Presumably the men look out on the other side, where there is no railing to break their fall should they take an arrow in the gut or step backwards to take a selfie one time too many.
Whingeing: It means “to whine”, which is not really what we did as we waited in the COLD for the great big wheel to move canal boats from the upper canal to the lower canal and vice versa. We waited patiently. It finally happened. Then, we left.
All in all, ’twas another good day in Scotland. We topped it off with yet another dinner at Conan Doyle’s, and yes — Jim ate haggis.
“Was it something you’ll order again?” I asked him just a bit ago.
“Umm…no,” he answered diplomatically. “But I’m glad I did, so you can tell everyone that we (yep, we all had a bite) tried it.” Consider yourselves told, people. It was okay.
All righty then. It is time for sleep for tomorrow we drive into the highlands in search of Heilan Coos.