On August 25, my husband and I drove to San Francisco. On the 26th, we boarded a plane, and on the 27th - which coincidentally was his birthday - we stepped off our plane into Wonderland. I mean Scotland.
But if you are from Central California, where the air is brown, the dirt is brown, and the grass and trees are dying, well, Scotland just blows the senses. Wet, green, cool, wet...did I say wet? It was a 180 from what we have come back to. And with the Rough Fire still burning aggressively, well, the air today is chewable, and we're being warned not to breathe it. Like I said, Scotland was a Wonderland.
I have about 3000 pictures, and it's hard to know what to share and what to keep to myself. I mean, really, you DO want to see a pretty, green place, don't you? I've posted a few pics on Facebook, but mostly I've kept them to myself. Each day I look at about 200 or so. They bring a smile to my face.
We retraced many of our steps from a family trip taken in 1996. One of the places that we visited was Linlithgow Palace, in Linlithgow. A story I've often told, is of the patchwork shop that I spotted as we were running up the hill to catch our train. They had closed 5 minutes before we ran by. It was the only patchwork shop I'd seen on that trip.
This time, we again traveled to Linlithgow. On our way to the palace, I stopped to admire the architecture of a particularly intriguing building. When I walked to the front of it, it was the very same patchwork shop from 19 years ago.
I'll leave you with this last castle picture. Do you recognize it? Think, think hard. Doesn't it look familiar? Didn't you see it in a movie once? Weren't there Frenchmen in it?
And with that, I'd better hit "publish." Hope you enjoyed the narrative!
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