One Day in Scotland

Once you’ve driven all over England and you’re in the northern area, does it make sense to drive all the way back down to London to catch a plane for home? We didn’t think so either! So, we drove up to Scotland in order to take off from Edinburgh airport. I thought this was amusing to see right before we crossed into Scotland.Last Cafe

I just had to get our photos by some signs proving we were in Scotland.DSC_6183 DSC_6182 3

Another decision to make was whether to spend our Scotland day in the city of Edinburgh or a bit away in a smaller town. Matt and I really are not city folks so we opted for staying in the town of Peebles. I must admit that I just loved the name and had fun saying it!Peebles

We stayed in the Tontine Hotel right on the main street. This fascinating place was built in 1806 by French prisoners of war. For some reason, they decided to put us on the top floor. And, yep, no elevator. I was pretty stairs weary.Tontine Hotel

The dining room was just lovely and the food delicious!Dining room at Tontine Hotel

After a good night’s sleep, we were ready for one day of adventure in Scotland. It’s hard to choose what to do when you only have one day. So, we, of course, fit in some geocaching and then went on the visit Abbotsford, the home of Sir Walter Scott. While in high school, I read Ivanhoe which was written by Sir Walter Scott and thought it would be interesting to learn more about him.Abbotsford

Well, I learned that he decided to build a beautiful castle for himself! I thought his home looked more castle-like then some ancient castles we’ve seen. I also learned that he was a bit eccentric. Scott’s home is full of collections.Abbotsford

This case included a cross from Bloody Mary.Abbotsford

He had a huge library.Abbotsford

There was a lot of carved wood. Abbotsford

And hand painted wallpaper.Abbotsford

Such a gorgeous place!Abbotsford

After a day at Abbotsford, we went to bed early. We would be taking off from Edinburgh in the morning to make our way back to the USA. The next morning at 3 am, as I crept back down the steps through a quiet hotel, I suddenly heard a man say, “Crikey, you’re tall!” I was amused that the last words spoken to me by a Scottish person was about my height. I asked the night watchman about his height and he was only 5’3″. I guess I sort of startled him sneaking down the steps! It still makes me laugh as I think of this ending to our time in Europe. But, you know me. I’ll keep snapping pictures as I go through the adventure of life with my prince. You’ll hear of more soon!Always snapping photos!

To read more about our Europe adventures:

Check out the previous posts about England. England 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Or you may want to start at the beginning of our adventure – in Italy! Italy 1