Kincaid House Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Business Services
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... all the Scots had left. The pride will never be lost, no matter how poorly the boys in green perform. The USA are just about to play them as I write this and my heart is torn. Sorry guys, have to go with my home country, the boys in Red White and Blue will prevail tonight! "I believe that we will win!"
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... the Loch, about one hour away. A lot of people including families were hiring bikes as there were a lot of bike tracks through the surrounding countryside. After a short break we went to the town of Callander where there are a few traditional Scottish stores that sell clothing and woven blankets etc. We had been here in 1980 and I remember buying a Tam o'Shanter, a tartan cap. We then went on to the Falkirk Wheel. I had seen a documentary on the building of the wheel ...
... continue when it started up again. Then, he tried mooning us but his costume was so big, he couldn’t manage it. But, he lifted his kilt a little, from the front and everyone on the ship started cheering and clapping and would stop when he stopped. Then he lifted it higher and the cheers got louder. The whole thing was hilarious! I think it’s safe to say that everyone on the ship loved Scotland and were charmed by their friendliness and ...
... a problem. By this time, 9 am, it was beginning to get light but the weather was so bad it made little difference.
The flight had a headwind and we arrived late at Gatwick. Our info said that the gate closed at 11:25 and we exited our flight at 11:20 instead of 10:55. Hmm. Anyway we set off running for our distant gate with flailing luggage being carefully avoided by fellow passengers ambling through the terminal. ...
... I just missed my train, by a fingertip, as I reached for the door button and it eased out of the station. The next one half an hour later was cancelled due to mechanical failure. Luckily it was a lovely mild evening and I explored a little more. When the crowded train finally arrived we were met by a decidedly unfragrant aroma, which a fellow passenger informed me was the toilet, as we moved to the other end of the carriage. Arrival at Carluke coincided with a downpour that ...