Maybe this is the downside of working through the trip backwards, but I forgot a castle! Poor Dunnottar Castle got left out. It should have sat between Manchester and our Aberdeen arrival. Oops.
It was our last day in Scotland and we hopped on a bus from Aberdeen heading for the lovely sea-side village of Stonehaven (great name, huh?), which is famous for being the original home of the deep-fried-Mars-Bar. No that’s not why we went. In fact we only passed through on our way to the castle.
Yet another bright, sunny day gave us off-shore mist almost the whole way, which cleared about the time we got off the bus at an edge of the highway stop and trekked along a turn-off road. Can you see the ghost ship? Hint: it’s toward the right of the image…
The funny thing about visiting Dunnottar was that the scenery was more impressive than the actual castle! Though full marks for hard to attack location.
But this is what I mean about the scenery. How gorgeous is that?
There were beaches and cliffs either side and such lush greenery – also because it was spring there wildflowers everywhere. And there was haggis, yes haggis. In honour of it being the last day in Scotland, I got the only haggis I could find, which happened to be deep-fried. With chips.
Despite appearances, it was delicious.
My favourite things about the castle itself were that you can still see the cistern (7m deep) where everyone got their washing water (they made beer, so didn’t drink it directly) and the huge chimney at the smithy. I love those little bits of life writ in stone.