I want to share a few more photos from my Scottish holiday
which gives me an opportunity to launch my own personal award show:
Nicest ruined castle: Linlithgow Palace.
It is the birthplace of Mary, Queen of Scots (let me tell you,
this little lady got around!) and so very romantic and interesting.
Even I, with no head for heights, was tempted to climb all the way up.
Best little tea shop: Brodies of Linlithgow.
I don't know which was more perfect, the vintage decor or the cream tea.
Who thought to put clotted cream in a cappuccino cup? Brilliant.
Favorite coastal town: St. Andrews.
We were there on graduation day so it was extra busy and fun.
And the coffee shop where William and Kate used to meet is doing good business.
Prettiest village: Luss, on the banks of Loch Lomond.
And not just because of the 'train', the whole place is picture perfect.
Most gorgeous chapel: Rosslyn Chapel.
Perhaps the most elegant I've ever seen, this 15th century chapel is very popular since
it appeared in the Da Vinci Code movie. They don't allow you to take photos inside.
Best behaved animal: the friendly cow who would come to the
fence every morning to say hello as I was going for a walk.
Most mysterious destination: Inchmahome Priory.
The medieval priory is set on an island in the middle of a pretty lake.
You're supposed to ring a bell and they come to collect you by boat.
And yes, Mary, Queen of Scots stayed there as well.
Yummiest thing around: Baked goods.
Cupcakes, I'm glad to report, are very big in Scotland this season.
Best garden: Branklyn Garden, near Perth.
It is based on a collection of plants from China, Tibet and the Himalayas,
which means that it is built on a slope with a lot of secret corners.
Favorite loch: Loch Katrine.
Probably because it was the first and the only one we sailed on.
Most cheerful fellow: the captain of the steamboat Lady of the Lake,
who kept us entertained as we sailed the loch, even though he was freezing on deck.
Cutest moment: two little doggies stored securely
in their car seats
Most disappointing moment: when a deer run across the lawn of our rental home
just when I went inside. Obviously, no photo.