Thistle Aberdeen Altens
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... at the Grampion Transport Museum. Far from being a sparse collection of old cars, the museum houses a collection of transportation artifacts ranging from horse-drawn carriages (and even a couple of sedan chairs) to antique and modern sports cars and motorcycles. A railroad engine and an army tank flanked the entrance. We stayed until we got "museum eyes"--the feeling you get when you can't absorb any ...
... the roads are narrow? Parts of our trip reminded us of our western treks by motorcycle. Except for the stone fences and the sheep, of course. But the winding roads, the tall pines and the agricultural valleys felt very familiar. We went to Balmoral, the Queen's Scotland estate, and toured the grounds. It won't surprise anyone to hear that my favorite part was the vegetable and flower gardens. I covet those gardeners! It is hard for us as Americans to wrap ...
Up early and catch the bus into the city, then trek up to Edinburgh castle, Very impressive which is just as well as it was a bloody hard slog up the hill to get there!! We do a half hour tour with a castle guide which give you the history overview and showed you where things were, We then spent a couple of hours wandering and exploring the castle, visiting the crown jewels and different parts of the castle, We make our way back ...
We called it the rehearsal dinner, but we really didn't have anything to rehearse so it ended up being just a wonderful family dinner hosted by the Kinsley’s! We decided to take taxi’s to the restaurant tonight because the night before we got lost and then had a terrible time trying to park. We had a delicious dinner filled with more emotional and funny toasts to the bride and groom as well as presents! Kathy (David’s mom) made me 2 beautiful ...
... them by.
I said my farewells, and as I was heading up the old beaten
path to the bus, the American Julie and her family offered me a biscuit and we
talked a bit more.
Then I got on my way again…and SAW THE BUS DRIVE PAST ME
when I was five minutes from the station. To put this in perspective, the bus
only comes once an hour!
So I sat there, looking out to sea, singing at the top of my
lungs along to ...