Before we went, we did lots of research. That included blogs, so what I’m posting here is my view of our experience. You may go to the same areas we did and have a totally different experience. If you’re planning a trip, hopefully this will be helpful. If not, at least may it be entertaining!!

We headed out from our cute little row house in Gargrave to turn in our “hired” car. Returning was much less dramatic since our brave driver was by now pretty used to it. We did see Highland cattle (which are from Scotland but we didn’t see any while we were there) and a few different looking sheep as we headed back to Lancaster to return the car.

 

After we paid the equivalent of $7-ish a gallon for “petro” we returned the car and caught a taxi to the train station. While we were waiting at the train station, a short train came through and after it was gone, someone mentioned that it was the Queen’s train. She was at a ribbon cutting or grand opening or something going on in a nearby town. When we finally boarded our train, after having a little panic that we thought we missed our train and nearly got on the wrong one, we were crossing a trestle and flashed past the Queen’s train just sitting there. Don’t know if they were waiting to pick her up and that is safe place to wait????

We had an otherwise uneventful trip to London, enjoying the countryside and small towns we went through. We came into London and debarked. We definitely had packed too much for easy public transportation handling. I will say this, though, while we were in Scotland it was chilly enough that we were grateful for all the warm clothes we had brought along. By now it was warmer and traveling lighter would’ve been nice. I have a backback that holds my camera and extra lenses as well as my laptop. We still had quite a bit of details not worked out so we did use the laptop in places where we had internet service. The downside was the backpack doesn’t hold much more than my the above mentioned items, so I still had to have a suitcase.

When planning our trip, we had agonized and bellyached about where we wanted to stay in London. Being budget travelers 🙂 , we didn’t want to pay city motel prices. One option that  Rick Steves recommended for the really budget-minded that was in the heart of old London was Easy Hotels Victoria. The pros were: 1. easy walking distance to many of the London sites we wanted to see, and close to access to the Tube. The cons were: 1. small, small rooms, no place to prepare/store any food, meaning eating most meals out. And as we mentioned, food prices are fairly high. Some of the rooms had only space for the bed. Some are more roomy. So based on the mixed reviews on Trip Advisor, we decided to forego that option and chose an apartment outside of the city proper.

We didn’t realize just how far out of city central we were. We knew there was a train station very near our apartment but somehow we couldn’t make the connection to it. We ended up catching a bus to our area and did some backtracking once we realized the street had changed names and were suddenly on our street and the numbers were going the wrong way, and the bus was jam-packed with people getting off work for the day or coming home from shopping! Whew! Yeah, that’s how we felt by now! We finally found our landlord, who owns a bar on the street level, and he showed us to our apartment on the third floor.  We were delighted by the spacious 2-bedrooms and living room/dining room. It was fun to look out the window and see the activity.

Ruby is having fun describing the virtues of the biscuit she’s holding. We had many hilarious, stress-relieving times! It was vital!

We were delighted to find a restaurant right beside our stairs that had fish and chips, as well as kebabs.  Fish and chips, of course, are ubiquitous in this area, but this was our first good taste of them. I would’ve been happy eating them every day. Lois and I were first introduced to doner kebabs in Germany by our uncle Lewis. They had become our “fast food” staple on that trip. They usually cost about $8 (US) and include chips. An inexpensive, quick meal. We did have our own kitchen so we made some of our own food. A small grocery store was on our block too, so we could get what we needed there.

The promised train station was located and we caught the train into the city. 

We bought Oyster Cards which are good for multiple modes of public transportation. You can pre-load as much $ (sorry, I don’t have the English pound symbol) as you want. When they worked, they were great. But inevitably someone had an issue with them. And then the station where we usually transferred from the DLR train to the Underground (Tube) was called Elephant and Castle. And it was under major construction and not well marked at all. By the time we had all of the public transportation figured out, it was time to leave. In the meantime we had some funny, tense, hysterical experiences.

Oh, yeah. Forgot to remind you this was a few weeks before the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee, and 2 months before the Olympics, so there was a lots of prep going on for that. It would be interesting to see if things were any different now that both of these big events are over.

The city of London charges a daily Congestion Charge of 8 pounds (US $12-ish) to drive in the city. When they first implemented this in 2003, “they say” traffic dropped dramatically for a while until people got used to paying, now traffic is thick once more.

A three-lane roundabout ^ The bus merging into the traffic straight ahead is like the one we were on.

We threatened to take a taxi somewhere just to ride in their cute cars but didn’t get it done.

Are we really here?!?!?

Some rugby fans

The first evening we were there, we made it to St. Paul’s Cathedral in time for Evensong, an early evening service. This is was a chance to see the cathedral for free, plus enjoy some spectacular music and a short sermon that was surprisingly down-to-earth and timely. Why surprisingly? We were in an old cathedral (where Charles & Diana were married, no less) that is ornate and, well, the Church of England. We weren’t allowed to take and pictures inside and I never did find any postcards to buy of the inside. It is the 4th cathedral to be built on this site and this one is over 300 years old. This has been a site for christian worship for over 1,400 years, according to their website.

We then walked along the Thames River toward the Tower and Tower Bridge. Most of the businesses along the river were closed and this was a popular place for people to run in the evenings.

Tower Bridge:

London Bridge:

The original London Bridge which is much prettier, is located in Arizona. That funny glass building is called The Shard. It is 72 stories high.

Eventually the sun came out for one last beautiful blast of the evening!

View of Tower of London from the Bridge:

Looking west:

We opted to take a Big Bus tour and purchased tickets at a souvenir shop in the Tower area so we could catch the first bus in the AM. I also bought what is my favorite souvenir from this trip:

It also has a lid. When I bought it I “worriedly” told the cashier that I don’t drink much tea, and is it okay to drink coffee in it. He said, “Um, sure, that would be okay.” It took him a little to see the twinkle in my eye! 🙂

What some Londoners eat for breakfast:

Not us. We had biscuits and gravy at the apartment. So not proper or organic.

We pretty much had the bus to ourselves since not many other tourists were out and about at 8 AM.

We rode for a while, seeing as much as could before getting to Buckingham Palace to see the Changing of the Guards.

Westminster Abbey Western Entrance:

Westminster Abbey North Entrance:

Parliament Building with a side of Big Ben (har har) :

London Eye:

One of the frustrations of shooting with a wide angle lens is lens distortion. Since I couldn’t fix this one in Lightroom, I decided to distort it further:

Big Ben, I’m sorry!! *sob*

We arrived at the Palace about an hour before the Changing of the Guards. Already there was a crowd gathering and we managed to sqeeze into a “second row” and got to chatting with the family between the fence and us. It was a doctor, his wife and their 3 adult daughters from Alabama. We had a great time comparing experiences. The father explained how he was now such an expert in Jane Austen since they had already visited Bath, and how he was sure this would come in handy on the golf course. He was good-naturedly sarcastic. To our left was a young Asian lady from Seattle who was chatty and giggly and we had fun with her too.

From the the photo below we knew that the Queen was “home”. Can you figure out how? Hint: the picture may be a little misleading but it was a windless morning.

The William and Kate kissing scene on the balconey? That center balconey. It’s a massive building, eh?

After watching the  guards on site for a while, then a few marching back and forth, to and fro, and then back and forth again, we began to come up with our own commentary on what was happening. I have a feeling it wasn’t very accurate.

Finally, a group of guards (coming on duty) entered stage left and then those coming off duty. It would be more interesting if you had specific instructions as to what was happening.

After about 45 minutes they still weren’t finished and we decided to leave and let someone else have our place.

We caught another bus and finished another loop of the city tour. There was much more of the city that is covered by the tour package we bought, but there wasn’t enough time to do it. By this time traffic had gotten much thicker and it took a while to get anywhere. We took a water taxi which was a part of the ticket package down the Thames to the Tower and took a tour there.  After a late lunch/early supper of what else, fish and chips!

We went through the Prison area where they showed their methods of torture.

Another building hosts its military history.

More guards:

On closer look I see he was looking at me. He looks rather unconcerned at the Canon pointed his direction. Or is that a look of panic?

Yeomen Warders aka Beefeaters guard chatting with my sister:

We went through the building housing the crown jewels which was quite amazing! Thankfully they have a conveyor belt running past the showcases so you got a good chance to see them and you can ride it as often as you want. It was quite mind boggling to think how much money is housed in that building!

As mentioned in an earlier  post, we were in England 7 days. We were in London area from Wed. afternoon to Sat. morning,  plus, we chose to spend Friday on a day tour (will be Part 5 of this trip) of other parts of England we wouldn’t see otherwise. We only scratched the surface of London and would strongly advise staying longer if you want to do justice to all there is to see. Things were much more spread out than we expected and it took much longer to get around than we expected. The bus tour was great in that it gave us an overall visual tour of the area we most wanted to see. The downside was that we were on it from 8 ’til about 3 or 4 and didn’t get to see many other landmarks. I think the Westminster Abbey would’ve been the next thing on my list to see if we had time. If you only have a few days to see London, pick the things you most want to see and concentrate on getting those done. You won’t see it all in few days!!!

When we left the city on Saturday, we discovered that the train schedule was different. Trains left from Crofton Park every 30 minutes instead of 10. And then we were really glad we hadn’t waited until Sunday because the trains don’t run at all. Maintenance and all that good stuff! We had thought we might have time to squeeze in one more stop at in London but then we’d have had to leave super early, arrange for a locker at the train station, and not knowing how congested things would be on a Saturday, gave it up. We wanted to get to our small town in Wales before it was dark.

Oh, I forgot to tell you a very funny moment on the train one evening when we were about wiped out. After multiple frustrations at finding our way around, working at getting our exit schedule mapped out with the transportation system (were going to catch a train  from Euston Station to Wales on Saturday) and were very weary. Lois said, “We need to connect in Elephant and Garlic (station).” We about died laughing! And once you’re that tired, it only gets funnier the longer you laugh. Yeah, it’s supposed to be Elephant and Castle. We had grown elephant garlic (large garlic bulbs) in our garden a few years back and that was stuck in her mind somehow.

One last parting shot, the ever-present phone booths:

So…. who’s ready for more of England? Besides me, of course! Can I go back, please!? It’s great fun reliving the memories as I weed through the photos.

Our second full day was another day trip from our cute little house in Gargrave. More adventures of driving in the left side of the road, on the right (wrong!) side of the car. 🙂 Actually our first experience of Yorkshire Dales National Park was at the end of our previous day. We drove through the area that is just absolutely beautiful. And sparsely populated. And dotted with many stone house ruins.

There is so much we left unseen in all the countries we visited on this trip but a train ride through this area is on my bucket list!

We had considered staying in a cottage on a farm in this area but the logistics of getting there on Sunday night didn’t work out. The car rental place was not open on Sunday evening. And this was not anywhere near a train station like the place in Gargrave where we stayed.

We also toured the World of James Herriot, whose real name is actually James Alfred Wight. The museum is on the edge of the Dales, and much of his vet runs were in the Dales area. The museum is very well done and definitely worth a stop.

It is set up in his house and looks as if someone just stepped out of it. Well, actually, it looks like he’s still there reading the paper.

Kinda freaky, eh?

And they had a wax figure of Tricky Woo and his owner. Tricky Woo was a dog who was always needing to see or write letters to “Uncle James” and would always send him things for the holidays. He was owned by a wealthy older lady who fed him too rich food. He also had a condition known as “flop-bot”. Seriously, if you haven’t read the books, you should!

His apothecary:

His small animal surgery room was in his house.

His kitchen with lots of delightful details:

Mr. Herriot/Wight himself:

His barn had a short film, as well as display areas about the TV series.

For years he had threatened to write a book and never got it done. Finally his wife told him he never would. That got him going and he ended up writing many!

He remained a humble man, despite his books being known world-wide. His neighbors knew he had a written a “few books”, but had no idea of his fame until people started coming to look him up.

There was another whole floor dedicated to hands on learning, one room for kids and quite a few displays for adults, including a chance to see if you’re strong enough to “pull” a calf! I didn’t get any pictures of these areas, though.

We stopped in at the church where he was married, which was just up the street.

There were several people there giving tours of the church and we asked if we could sing. The acoustics of the old churches is just goose-bumpy beautiful and we tried to sing in as many as possible. They didn’t mind a bit!

On our way to the museum, going through the countryside, a driveway caught my eye and I begged to stop in on the way back through. Boy, are we ever glad we did! We couldn’t see the house that the gated driveway led to. I’m sure we weren’t the first or last tourists to stop in and soak in it’s beauty!

We also saw a bit of farmland in this area:

Canola Fields ^

We had seen a small sign at the road for homemade ice cream. We followed the long lane back to a most interesting sight! There was a new facility with lots of large playground equipment in front of the restaurant.

Those certainly didn’t look like anything else we’ve seen on this trip!

We went inside and discovered the place to be decorated in vintage coke/diner.

We chatted a bit with the workers, who told us a bit about the place. They have truck that take ice cream to fairs/festivals. The owner has been to the US many times. In fact, all the decor came from there. As we were leaving, the owner, who had been sitting at a table, came over and introduced himself. He mentioned that the playground equipment had been made by a Beiler from Lancaster County, PA. He and the Beilers are good friends and they have stayed at their house several times.

I’m pretty sure they were talking about us!

The last stop of the day was to Bolton Abbey. We had seen a photo on a brochure of the area. It was a delightful stop, at a time when most other tourists had left and the place had few people around. I don’t have any info on the Abbey. The Abbey itself is in ruins, although there is a church that is still functioning. I just missed getting in because I was waiting for the light to be “just right.”

Usually the stepping stones ^ are high enough out of the water to cross on them. Apparently they’ve had lots of rain.

There was  a long trail to hike and this gave us an opportunity to stretch our legs, as well as have some alone time. 🙂 Traveling for 30 days with the same people is great, but some personal alone time is great too!

Eventually the sun came out and smiled lovely golden light!

And another amazing day in the English countryside came to an end.

It’s been a busy, kind-of-stressful 2 days at work. Yesterday afternoon Gloria asked me what I do to de-stress. I told her sometimes I crank my music up loud (mind you, it’s not the typical crank-up-loud kind of music!) or watch a funny movie, or read, or take hot, relaxing bath. In this case I’m eating cereal for supper. Delicious, slightly stale, apple cinnamon cheerios. It’s good for a de-stress, de-constituting, de-composing, and whatever de-words might or might not apply.

So, let’s us present to you the next phase of The Trip – England, or at least a part of it. We only spent 7 days in England, but we got a lot seen! And left twice as much unseen.

We left Scotland on the train, and ended our journey in England at the small train stop in Gargrave.

It was cute little town and we pulled our luggage up the street and across the stone bridge, back and forth, to and fro, seeking our apartment.

The directions didn’t quite make sense but we eventually got ahold of the landlady and found it. It was in a row of apartments, 2 story, with 3 bedrooms and 1 bathroom.

That wagon with the door hanging open was our chariot for a few days.

It wasn’t fancy but it was cozy. We had little grocery store within walking distance.

 

The view of the delightful little garden from our kitchen window.

This was my room, It was just big enough to hold a single bed and a little furniture but I was thankful for it, nonetheless! Pardon the unmade bed. I think we were leaving.

The owner couldn’t imagine why we would only stay three days when we had rented for a week. It was cheaper to rent cottages for a week so we did. We usually made supper after we got back from the day’s trekking. We often packed a lunch to take along. Yes, you did have to plan ahead but it saved much $, or rather pounds (where is that symbol?). Eating out for lunch could cost $10 American and up, and the evening meal was usually $20 and up.

I didn’t get any good pictures of the quaint town but here is a shot as we were leaving of it’s quaintness, including the quaint trash truck. There is a chance that they call it rubbish instead of trash or garbage. I can’t remember for sure. There are many things so quaint that they overuse the word a bit. Not that I would overuse it or anything.

After the first night in Gargrave, we caught a train back to Lancaster to pick up the rental car. We had come through there the night before but the car rental was not open on a Sunday. My sister was brave and did the driving. My uncle and aunt lent us their GPS, which was a lifesaver!!! I had planned to purchase one that had Europe maps as well as US but they offered the use of theirs. Leaving Lancaster, which thankfully was a small town, we giggled and lurched our way up the highway. You’re driving on the “wrong” side, sitting on the “wrong” side, and shifting gears on the “wrong” side. Wrong here being a relative term.

By the time we got to Windemere, in the Lake District, things were beginning to settle down a bit. I was riding shotgun and keeping Lois posted on the GPS directions, as well as reminding her to stay in the left lane. Plus deciphering their funny driving terms. Like “over-take” for “passing”, and ”give-way” for “yield”.

After attempting to eat lunch near the lovely lake, but the demanding swans who nearly plopped themselves in our lap, combined with threat of rain, chased us into our vehicle.

My sister said that was indeed the mood of the day.

And it’s a little hard to eat with an angry bird glaring at you. Not that making sandwiches and eating in the vehicle was that much less stressful. Yes, we are frugal. We freely admit it.

And then things got a bit dicey. We took a ferry and this was the warning: Use correct change or get dumped overboard.

Okay, so I might have slightly taken that out of context.

As I mentioned we were now in The Lake District National Park and need I say it’s gorgeous??? If you’ve seen or read Pride and Prejudice you might remember that Elizabeth was going to go with her aunt and uncle to the Lakes and due to something (memory is shot) they toured the Peaks (I think) instead which was closer to home and of course made the stop at Pemberly.

 

Our next stop was the Hilltop, the home of Beatrix Potter. But a mile or so before we got there, was this:

And GUESS WHAT????

They have lots of sheep in England, too. (see previous post about Scotland.) Of course, you already knew that’s so let’s move along.

But not before we take a look a little lambie-wambie.

It’s good there was such sweet thoughts to share with you because here the story turns very, very sad. As a photographer it is a most frustrating thing to do to oneself. I purposely deleted a bunch of picture, actually almost all of the Lake District pictures, off of my memory card because I thought I had downloaded them already. I tried to download every evening but apparently that one evening I forgot. And I forgot to take an extra card along for the day. And I was shooting in RAW a lot which takes up mega bytes. Get the pun? har har. So I thoughtless through away some gorgeous scenery and I could’ve about cried when I figured it out. By that time I had used the card several times and I didn’t even know which card they had been on and and the attempts from 3 different recovery programs didn’t help so I chalked it up to a painful lesson.

These next few pictures are not mine. Beatrix Potter’s House:

Some of her house is included in her illustrations. See her little entry way up there ^. And click this link: Tom Kitten. See the little roof?

The house is set up as if she would still live there. Unfortunately they don’t allow photography indoors. 🙁 It was worth the stop, we thought.

More of the Lake District which I did not take:

Yes, the roads are really narrow. And many of them are lined with rock fences/walls so there were times I was leaning into the car to keep from getting “scratched.” You can read Carolyn’s take on this including some quotes HERE.

This photo ^ does not do justice to the beauty of that spot. The photo also brings to mind a funny story. We had stopped to take pictures and just enjoy the view. Ruby and I were on a little bridge there on the right, looking this direction. A few sheep were closeby and I called out, “here sheepie, sheepie, sheepie.” Then tried to “Baaaa,” which was baa-aa-aad sounding at best. Ruby said, “Meow!” And we both burst out laughing and sheep ran far, far away.

We stopped in Keswick to have tea and dessert at a little restaurant, and to give Lois a break from the tight driving. Keswick is actually pronounced Kezzick.

 

Yorkshire Dales and James Herriot’s Museum coming up next.

 

Meanwhile, here are a few pictures taken from a moving train or car, which have no significance other than English countryside.

 

Marylou, let’s go ahead and bite the bullet and get this started. Okay, it’s not that I don’t want to blog about this trip. I actually really, really do! I’m just far too OCD to do it half-heartedly and not have all the pictures shining and polished and ready for blogging. I only took thirty-‘leven hundred pictures and I can’t possibly put them all up, for my sake and yours!! By the time this is done you’ll probably wish I had weeded even more out!!

We had done a little research on Scotland and besides the iconic movies like Braveheart, which I haven’t actually seen, and the iconic tartans and bagpipes and Highlands, we still weren’t sure what to expect in modern-day Scotland. Or what part of Scottish history actually really grabbed us. We did watch a documentary on the real Braveheart (William Wallace) story, which I understand is quite a bit different from the movie.

We actually never went through customs going to the UK. We flew through Dublin and we were routed through the airport to a connecting flight. We flew a domestic flight from Ireland to Scotland so coming into Glasgow, we picked up our luggage and looked around for our host. After a few phone calls we finally found him waiting for us in the international terminal. Carolyn had flown in separately from the rest of us so she was there already.

We stayed with the “K” Family, Ruby being the only one from our group who had known them before. The were most gracious hosts and we thoroughly enjoyed getting to know them and their family. They chuckled at our list of things to see in Scotland, thinking that we needed more like 2 or 3 weeks to see it all, not the 5 days we had scheduled.

On the way from the airport Adam got a chuckle out of us desperately trying to get pictures of sheep/countryside. They live on a farm with 3,000 +/- sheep and he assured us we would have plenty of chances to get pictures of them. After seeing my post about the sheep, you can see why we were funny!!

{the farm buildings near their house}

{yes, there were sheep!}

{but if I hadn’t already been shooting from the airport, I wouldn’t have gotten some shots like this ^^.  That yellow stuff on the hillside is gorse, a scrubby bush. Maybe I mentioned that earlier??}

They did an excellent job of educating us on Scottish history and customs. They probably got tired of our questions but if they did, we sure didn’t find out! 🙂 Marta’s mother lives with them and she (through one of them interpreting) told us quite a few stories of being a young adult in Poland as the Nazis took over.

We enjoyed beautiful music ….

One day Marta and her daughters took us to Culross, a small town on the Firth of Forth. And if you’re like me, you probably don’t know what a Firth or a Forth is in Scotland. Well, a firth is a mouth of a river and Forth, in this case, is a river. Firth of Forth. So much fun to say!! I can’t remember the dates of the beginnings of this old town. The Abbey was founded in 1217. We climbed the ruins of the abbey and then spent sometime in the old church.

The streets of the town were really, really narrow.

Talk about a one-lane street, but not one-way.

 

There were many lovely details to enjoy.

 

So much of our sight-seeing was driving past the small details in order to get as many sights seen as possible.

The William Wallace monument:

Stirling Castle, another home of Mary, Queen of Scots. We didn’t get to tour it due to time but it would’ve been one of the things we would’ve done had there been more time. I believe it’s a bit more interactive than the Edinborough castle.

 

 

One evening we went along to feed the chickens at the farm where the Ks had moved from just a few weeks prior to our visit. Okay, they fed the chickens, we just went along. 🙂 We did get the see the back of the castle they had lived in.

Some of the chickens belong to the children and they sell the eggs.

One day we took the train to Edinborough. We toured the Edinborough castle. It was a gray, cold, misty day, which quite a few of the days in Scotland ended up being. In fact, the one morning we woke up and there was snow on the tips of the hills north of the farm.

We made good use of our layers of clothes we took along and were glad we had packed at least some warm clothes. It was unusually cool for May and the farmers were having to feed hay to their sheep because the grass wasn’t growing very much yet.

 

The great room where parties/meals were eaten.

 

City scenes from the castle walls.

We also visited a tartan factory. If you have any Scottish background, you could have them look up your crest and tartan pattern. I’m afraid I don’t have any Scottish blood that I know of.

The loom area was very noisy. That is an understatement.

The Royal Mile has many things to see and do if you’re a tourist. The castle is located at the one end. And there are many shops, restaurants,  & old buildings to tour along this street. We also stopped in at St. Giles Cathedral.

 

This “ante-chapel”  is a room off to the side and was only for the knights. Each knight (Order of the Thistle) had their own little booth, although I’m sure that’s an irreverent term. It wasn’t quite a throne. But it was very ornate. Each one was topped by a specific family crests and helms. Okay, their website calls them stalls. That sounds even more irreverant.  It was fairly full of people so I just shot UP and this what you see. Look at that wood ceiling!!

 

One day we went up into the Highlands. I’ve read about the Highlands in various books but somehow it was quite different from what I was expecting. Remote. Sparsely populated. Rugged. Beautiful. And we only saw the southern part of it. I would love to go back someday and tour further north. Please note that at the end of each country I blog about I will say, “I would love to go back and see …. ” There was so much we left unseen. And yet, at the end of 4 weeks we were nearly overwhelmed with having seen so many things!!

Our navigator. Notice the absence of steering wheel. It’s on the other side. I’m not sure how often we went for the driver’s side to get in. 

We hiked in the Glencoe area, near where a terrible massacre had taken place in the late 1600s.

The hike was far from strenuous but for some reason I felt maxed out. At one point when we turned around, we stopped to rest. My legs felt like jelly. Mrs. K pulled out refreshments, as she called them, to snack on. I have a new appreciation for the word refreshment now. After resting for a bit and snacking on fruit, nuts, and other nutritious things, I walked the whole way back without a shiver or shake.

She had taken chili along and camp stove, and after our hike was over, we ate a hot chili supper. Delicious and timely! It doesn’t look as cold here as it actually was!

We went to a visitor’s center, which interesting. Here is a view from there.

As I was walking around outside I felt something biting me. Our hosts had referred to “midges” as bugs that can make camping miserable. Well, lo and behold, they are the same little bugs we have in the marshy southeast coast, sand gnats, or “no-see-ums” as we call them.

Our last day in Scotland was on a Sunday. We went to church with the K family and were warmly welcomed! I didn’t take any pictures but wish I could’ve taken some video discreetly. We were told they love to sing and we were totally blown away with the gusto they put into singing!!! Nearly raised the roof. We were asked to sing 2 songs and since all 4 of us LOVE to sing as well, we were quite willing. Later one of the men gave Carolyn some money in appreciation and “to buy coffee sometime.”

It was lovely way to end our visit. After a quick meal at the church with the family, we caught the train to head to England. One of the church men was headed the same was us for the first leg, so we were able to chat with him a bit and he helped us to know which station to change trains at in Edinborough.

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