We arise to another sparkling morning in Scotland; filled to the brim with breakfast, we head out in a million layers.
Saturday is bustling; neighborhood residents say hello as they pass each other in the streets, older gentleman sip coffee and laugh about which friends owe them the most money and for the longest. Early morning hair appointments seem to be on trend here, as men and women pack the assortment of barbers stalls to get shaves and cuts. Scotland is just as I had imaged; green, lush and friendly.
Russ and I begin heading to Arthur’s seat around 9:30am, but in the bustle of the morning we have forgotten our umbrella (and its misty today), so we turn back. Read more