Just before I leave, Serena tells me about a castle and a cool beach up the coast instead of the planned, quicker, less scenic way to get to Edinburgh.
First fork on the road. I take it.
Let’s check that old castle. Scotland will have to wait an extra few hours.
Glad I went.
Ridiculously trippy. The place was eerily quiet (if not for the distant noise of golf balls being driven into the wind - yeah, there’s a golf course around the castle). Mental note: come back with Raul.
One hour walk to and fro the parking lot. An hour around the castle.
Time’s flying.
Time to go to Scotland
My first move upon entering Scotland for the first time in my life? A committed a crime. I took a fucking picture of the sign while driving over the limit (to keep up with the Scots), on a busy highway, under the rain.
Gangsta!
Next, Edinburg...