Argh – being gone for a month means serious catch up time! I haven’t had the chance to share with you that we went on a honeymoon post elopement. I’ve only been out of the country one other time. My grandmother, the infamous Sapphire, and I traipsed around Italy a couple of weeks before my first year at College.
This was my second traipse. And it was glorious, and by glorious I mean drizzley, windy and grey. I’m not a city girl, but Edinburgh almost made me change my mind. I loved every bit of it. I loved Scotland all around.
Edinburgh Castle – what a great castle should be – on a hill, imposing, with a great hall, a few interesting bedchambers, a wee fancy tower and a chapel so compelling and humble it breaks your heart. I prefer antiquity to comfort and secret creaking spots of character to luxury – so I could totally have lived here.
Let me tell you – Mary Queen o’ Scots gave birth to her one child in a room that was -seriously- a closet. And we all know how well life went for her after that… this royalty stuff, not for the faint of heart.
Scotland and I understood each other. The majority of women I saw were of sturdier stock than the wee shrimpettes that walk around the US. Not so very groomed and starving. No unfortunate neon pink sweatsuits with rhinestones either. I decided I was meant to be Scottish, especially when I took one hard tumble down the dungeon steps the very first day – I’ve still got lumps and bruises a month later, but no broken bones. Hardy I tell you.
Next up – a drive in which Gracia finds The Moor, Cream Tea and I try to get locked into Eilean Donan.
you have done the home of my heart proud. I am also not a city girl… but there is something about Edinburgh that feels softer than city. maybe its the creaks in the bones… your post makes me feel damp and cool and ready for a stroll through a certain green graveyard… and then tea… *sigh*