Luckily, when we were at Stirling Castle, I had purchased admission to Edinburgh Castle at the same time. This allowed us to bypass the queue (forgive me but I love that word) and go straight into the castle. This would not have mattered at Stirling but was absolutely key at Edinburgh. The castle was mobbed with tourists. I mean, we're tourists too, so whatever. But still. Overrun. Honestly, between the cold and the crowds, the whole experience lingers as a weird combination of feverish chills and claustrophobia, with a fair smattering of gorgeous ancient things.
E was in much better shape than I, and quite prepared to traipse about ancient castle times. Many of these pictures are also to his credit.
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| Too many humans. |
The views from the castle are nothing less than spectacular. I can't even describe them with hyperbolic language, because that would be doing them a disservice.
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| Our hotel is down there! |
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| Before I (surprise!) pushed E. |
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| I really like this picture for some reason. |
The castle itself was great. I wish there had been half the other people there, but they probably wished that I wasn't there either, so that's quite fair. Below is something that I thought was really cool - it's a carving in an old prison door by an American prisoner. If you look really close, you can see an American flag. 'Merica, guys. 'Merica.
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| I probably can't even carve such a good flag |
After the castle, I got to go to the dispensary! Woohoo! There, I obtained a happy yellow liquid called "Day Nurse" which I proceeded to drink as though it was life giving water. Thank you, Scotland, and your allowance of pseudoephedrine in cold meds. Also, thank you Hall's Black Currant Soothers. Those are great.
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