Woke up and went for breakfast. A Scottish breakfast, by definition a Scottish breakfast can feed an entire Scottish football team. Baked beans, Fried potato scones, fried mushrooms, fried tomato’s, black pudding, fried egg, sausages, bacon and haggis. Yep, that’s breakfast. For 1!
Tried to leave Glencoe, but the fucking paparazzi were there! There was a film crew on the road and they wouldn’t let us through. Fuzz tried to explain that we were part of the crew but he could convince the security guy so we waited. While we waited the boys played a game of crib, while I blogged in the backseat (please see Sept 25th blog…) and Jen contemplated getting a helicopter so she wouldn’t have to ride in the backseat of the Skoda chariot we were riding in. Okay, game on, we got through…
Again, screwed up on my days - this was the day we played crib and Jen and Ryan beat us. Fuzz was driving and he estimated we did 100 traffic circles. I think we may have done 120. The boys are doing exceptionally well driving/navigating. Our only wish is that they were mute, but you can’t have everything.
Stirling Castle was our first stop. Pretty stunning from the road. We did a tour. So much quieter then when we were here in 2018. It is a great castle with so much history but after they other castles Darren and Jen were not dazzled.
Next, National Wallace Monument. Great monument - terrible stairs. Terrible. 246 circular stone stairs that are approximately 36 inches wide. With people coming up and down. When you meet someone on that stairs, you tuck in, start praying and hold on for dear life. The East Indian family, all 16 of them, pass by you and you continue, as quickly as my fat legs will take me. But we made it to the top and saw where William Wallace kicked the English asses at the Battle of Bannockburn. Impressive. Almost as impressive as me making it to the top. For the second time. 
After Fuzz saw the length of Wallace’s sword (an impressive 6 foot long sword) Fuzz said he would have drug that into the battlefield and said, “Okay, fuckers let’s do this” as all 4’4” of him lifted the 6” sword. (I think he would have lasted 8 minutes). We also laughed at Ryan, the soldiers were fed 4 ozs of bread and sent to fight. Ryan would have deserted by 10:45 a.m.
Then to the Kelpies. I love them but Darren and Jen were still mesmerized by the Wallace Monument.
Now to Edinburgh. God bless the boys. They did so well. We are seriously in the heart of Old Edinburgh. Got to our townhouse- a little searching to find this little gem. And we discovered the Achilles heel - parking. Holy shit parking. Last time we were here I had the foresight to book a house with parking, this time I thought we could “wing it”, nope, never think you can wing parking in Edinburgh. I think it is easier to find a burial plot in this city than to find a parking spot. Spoiler alert: we paid £38 ($59 CDN) for parking for 1 day, and, God bless, evenings and weekends are free! Unloaded everything and then realized I only booked an apartment with 1 bathroom (more about this later).
Settled in and then headed into Old Town for supper. Jen and I discovered gin. Gin and soda. This is a whole new new world, the gin world is about to take an uptick in sales. Invest now! Walked into Old Town - about 1.5 kms but about an elevation gain of about 300 metres. A little searching and we meet Delbert and Jan. All Delbert stories are great ones and this was no exception. Great to see them! 2 pubs with them and then we stumbled home….1.5 kms and down 300 metres. If I am not skinny by the end of this trip then there is no God in heaven.
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