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The North Coast 500, kind of – Part 1: Edinburgh to Glencoe

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Traditionally the North Coast 500 is a 516-mile tourist route that hugs the vast coastline of northern Scotland, and in its serpentine course includes some of the most scenic seascapes and landscapes on the planet, and in the Scottish Highlands as well. Maps show it as a large roughly circular route that starts and ends in Inverness, as our trip did, but bypasses Edinburgh and Glencoe since they are farther south. In planning our trip, we used the traditional NC500 as inspiration for preparing our own itinerary that included Edinburgh, Skye, the Isle of Lewis and Harris, and the Orkney Islands. Ultimately, we drove 1,430 miles over 15 days. Roughly 95 miles per day, which was a very manageable pace and offered plenty of opportunities to visit sites and explore. We used Arnold Clark for our car hire and were quite pleased with their pricing and service. Visit Scotland has a great website that outlines 15 other scenic driving routes that will get your wheels spinning. We hope you enjoy this first part of trip that we fondly call the D&C1430.

By this point in our trip, we had already been in Scotland for four days, but really considered this the first day of our Highlands adventure. Leaving Edinburgh and the Fringe Festival behind us, we zipped past the Kelpies. You have to be mindful of the speed limits while driving on the roads in the United Kingdom, as there are speed cameras everywhere. But it seems to be a lenient system where your speed is averaged between two points, so if you enter the camera zone above the speed limit you have a chance to compensate for the error by slowing down. Five months on and we have not yet received any notices of fines, but it did take some getting used to.

The morning was gray. The plan for the day was to visit several intriguing sculptures around Cumbernauld, head to Stirling Castle, and spend the night in the small village of Kippen. Luckily, we had stopped at the Kelpies several days earlier, on a beautiful afternoon, as we drove into Edinburgh. The 100ft tall equestrian statues are located in Helix Park at the confluence of the Clyde Canal and the River Carron. The steel horseheads are the largest in the world, and were created by the internationally acclaimed Scottish sculptor, Andy Scott. They are based on Scottish folklore;  a kelpie is a dangerous shape-shifting water spirit that appears on land as a horse, who entices its unsuspecting victim to ride on its back, only to be sped away to a watery grave. 

We used to purchase guidebooks to research our travels, but now rely mostly on internet research and Instagram. We have found Google Maps to be a great tool and use it to find many points of interest that seem to fly under the radar. We highlight them as favorites on the app and then connect the dots for our itinerary.

That’s how we planned our first stop of the day at another artwork conceived by Andy Scott – Arria, the Angel of the ‘Nauld,’ or the Steel Mermaid. The sculpture appeared quickly above the tree line along the M80 then vanished from view like a mirage. There was not any signage to the sculpture, but we eventually found ourselves at the back corner of the Eastfield Cemetery in Cumbernauld, where a path led through the woods to the 33ft tall steel figure.        

The graceful sweep of the split tail combining as one is meant to represent the original meaning of Cumbernauld. In Gaelic ‘Comar nan Allt’, means the merging of water, which represents the town’s two rivers flowing into the Forth and Clyde.  The figure offers, with outstretched arms, the rivers as her gift of life to the earth. Encircling the base of the sculpture is the poem by ‘Watershed’ by Jim Carruth.

The first sounds spoken, from the spring’s core, are of a new beginning, of people and place,

a poetry that bubbles and gargles to the surface, to leave this watershed, flow east and west,

in a rush of words, that tumble and fall, to join the conversations, of two great rivers,

a voice calling out, I belong I belong, adding to the language of sea and ocean.

The name was chosen from a local school competition. Arria was the mother of the Roman Emperor Antoninus Pius, who in AD 142 built a series of forts along the Antonine Wall which crossed Scotland from the River Forth to the River Clyde and marked the Roman Empire’s most northern frontier. The Romans only held it for thirty years before Scottish tribes forced them to flee to safety farther south behind Hadrian’s Wall.

A short distance farther on we pulled down a narrow country track bordered by fields and horse pastures to a trailhead for Croy Hill, where soldiers were once stationed in a fort along the Antonine Wall. The only remainder of that era is an 18ft tall steel sculpture of a Roman centurion, created by the Edinburgh artist, Svetlana Kondakova, in 2021. Today 78 miles of trails along the wall welcome distance hikers, dog walkers and equestrians to explore the ancient history of the area.

Hunger called and we found refuge along a quiet pedestrian lane in Kilsyth, at Scarecrow Bar & Grill. It had friendly staff, good food, and was a nice place to relax before heading to Stirling Castle.

The Saturday crowd was tapering off by the time we arrived, around 3:00 pm, and we were able to park conveniently at the top of the hill next to the entrance. The ancient castle was entwined throughout Scotland’s epic history. Situated dramatically on a volcanic outcrop, the castle was built in the early 1100’s to guard the shallowest fording point across the River Forth, which divides the lowlands from the highlands. Over the centuries nearly ever Scottish monarch has paced the halls and ramparts of this mighty castle. Alexander I, Mary Queen of Scots, James IV, V & VI, William Wallace, Robert the Bruce, Margaret Tudor, and Bonnie Prince Charlie are just a few of the dozens of Kings and Queens who have called the castle home and most likely cursed the food, from the dungeon like kitchen, along with the wet weather and wind, while warming their bones next to one of the castle’s numerous fireplaces.

Many reconfigurations and additions have happened to the castle over the centuries. One of the most significant was the building of the Great Hall by James IV in 1501. This cavernous structure measuring, 138ft by 47ft, has five walk-in fireplaces, and a unique hammer beam roof, which resembles the inside of a wooden boat hull,. It was used to host royal banquets, weddings, christenings and meetings of state. One lavish event featured a specially built wooden boat with 40ft tall masts, and 36 brass canons, which were fired in celebration. After the smoke cleared and the guests stopped coughing, a seafood banquet was served from it. And, I’m assuming, the party planner lost his head the next day. Centuries later it was used as a stable before being renovated and used as a military barracks until the 1960’s.

Touring the rooms of the palace was the highlight of our visit to Stirling Castle. They were noticeably better furnished than Edinburgh Castle and the Palace of Holyroodhouse. Gorgeous tapestries were displayed throughout and the ceiling of one main rooms featured replicas of the famous 37 “Stirling Heads.” They were quite an unusual embellishment for a royal residence, depicting mythical heroes, historical Scots, and everyday people.

The original three-foot wide portrait medallions, often referred to as “Scotland’s other Crown Jewels,” were carved from solid oak in the 16th century, and are on exhibit in the castle’s gallery. The new medallions, installed on the ceiling in 2011, were painstakingly recreated over a six-year period by the master wood sculptor John Donaldson and then painted in a renaissance style, appropriate to the era, by artist Graciela Ainsworth.

It’s always debatable how far out we should make our hotel bookings. Six months out for hotel reservations is what we normally do, and it usually works very well, but surprisingly to our dismay most of our first-choice hotels in prime locations were already fully booked by then. 

Which is how we arrived at The Inn at Kippen in time for dinner. Kippen is a quaint crossroads village west of Stirling and was a wonderful off-the-beaten track discovery. The first public record of Kippen appears in the 1300’s when the village church is mentioned. But its heyday was in the 18th century when it was stagecoach stop along a military road between Stirling and Balloch.

The Kippen is a historic coaching Inn and continues the friendly tradition of welcoming travelers, with a dog-friendly bar and restaurant on the first floor and five well-appointed rooms on the second. The hosts pride themselves on sourcing all meats, fish and produce locally and the menu changes accordingly with the seasons. Our dinner, as well as breakfast the next morning, was delicous.

A bright early sunrise encouraged us to quickly dress and amble around the quiet village, and enjoy views pf the countryside before breakfast. We then continued our drive west into the Highlands.

Glencoe was the day’s ultimate destination, but with us it’s never a straight drive. We are always zigging, zagging, detouring and stopping for photos along the way. The view as we crossed a bridge over the Eas Gobhain, a river that flows from Loch Venachar into Callander, was beautiful, so we U-turned and parked. Our timing was perfect, as we caught photos of kayakers out for a Sunday paddle.

Afterwards, we stopped at a riverside park called the Meadows that was a popular spot for feeding the ducks and for fishing from the riverbank.

The A84 is the main route into the Highlands from Stirling and passes through Callander. We followed it west through a rolling landscape that gently changed to mountains covered by pine forests. Brilliant sunlight reflected off the water and glistened through the trees as we stopped at Loch Lubnaig. Our first Highland loch! We were captivated by the crystal blue lake shimmering in the sun, before a background of verdant mountain and clear sky.

We had read about the Highlands being unbearably full of tourists during the summer months, but hadn’t really noticed it until trying to find a parking space. This became a recurring issue during our trip. While the roads were not congested, the small parking areas were, and there was often a queue for a spot if you arrived later in the day.

We veered off the route to see the Falls of Dochart, and the Clan Macnab Burial Grounds on an island in the river at the village of Killin. While many local folks apologized for the unusually rainy August weather, it was surely beneficial to the rivers, which were running high, and the spectacular waterfalls.

The earliest note of the Clan Macnab goes back to 1124 during the reign of David I, the 9th King of Scotland. It was a rather violent clan known for beheading its defeated enemies, which is rather surprising considering the clan descended from an Abbot of Strathfillan. But occasionally they backed the wrong cause and famously fought against Robert the Bruce in 1306, and subsequently forfeited most of their extensive territory, which encompassed land between the village of Tyndrum and the south-west corner of Loch Tay, until their property rights were reinstated by King David II in 1336.

Across the Highlands, the clans notoriously pillaged villages and stole livestock from each other in a vicious cycle of attack and revenge. One episode is best illustrated in a description, by the Clan Macnab Society, of the Battle of Glenboultachan in 1522 between the Macnab and the Neish clans, after the Neishes initiated a major raid on the Macnab herds. “As the Macnabs rushed downhill they threw away their plaids and, naked apart from their brogues, flung themselves upon the Neishes. The Neishes threw off their plaids as well, and soon the glen was packed with naked, screaming warriors locked in mortal combat.” I can only image they wished to keep their clothes from being shredded. Ninety years later, only two young Neishes survived the swords of the Macnab’s after a retaliatory attack for a Christmas season ambush. The A85 now passes the site at Little Port Farm where the epic fight took place. 

As we continued west the pine covered slopes faded from green to hills and moorlands covered in the pink, purple, and lavender colors of flowering heather shrubs in full bloom, and the yellow and amber of late summer grasses. Vast areas were a treeless wilderness without signs of habitation. The clouds slightly thickened and their shadows raced across the panorama. Patiently we waited with our cameras ready at the Buachaille Etive Mòr car park for the sun to break through and were rewarded with dramatic shots of endless landscape. We stopped along the way so many times that it seemed we were not making any progress toward Glencoe. 

At the National Trust for Scotland – Glencoe Visitor Centre we encountered our first highland cows, or hairy coos as the Scots like to say. With how heavily these wonderful animals are used in advertising to promote Scottish tourism, we thought there would be abundant herds of the coos everywhere. But that was not the case, and based on our experience, I swear these two hairy coos were the only ones in the Highlands. We did see some from a great distance in the northern Highlands later in the trip, although they were so far away that they could have been plywood silhouettes of the beasts. And I can just imagine an elderly pensioner exclaiming to his wife, “those silly tourists stopped again to take photos of our fake coos. If I had a Two pence for every time someone stopped, we’d be vacationing on the Rock of Gibraltar this winter.”

Beyond the coos stood a re-creation of an ancient highlander turf and creel house. Sturdy log framing was built atop thick walls of insulating turf and then covered on the inside with a basket-like weaving of freshly cut and still pliable ‘green’ wood. The steep roof framing was then covered with a thinner layer of turf and thatched with heather. The dwellings had high peaked interiors and were built without windows or a chimney. The only ventilation for the cooking fire, in an open stone hearth, was through one or two low entries that would be covered with skins to protect the inside from the fierce wind, snow and rain of the highlands, along with attempting to contain the heat thrown off by the fire inside. In an 1822 letter to a friend, a Londoner traveling through the region snarkily described a creel house, “smoke came pouring out through the ribs and roof all over; but chiefly out at the door, which was not four feet high, so that the whole made the appearance of a fuming dunghill.”

It was in homes like this creel house that one of the greatest atrocities against the Scots was committed by the English. On February 13, 1692, in Glencoe, Clan MacDonald extended their hospitality and opened their homes to 120 Redcoats. On orders sent from John Dalrymple, the Earl of Argyll, the night before, the soldiers were ordered to “kill all,” and “not to trouble the government with prisoners,” at 5 the next morning. The Earl of Argyll suspected the chief of the clan opposed the new monarch William III, and the MacDonald Chief was not prompt in pledging allegiance to the new king, after James II was deposed during the Glorious Revolution of 1688, for supporting the Catholic religion. It was also an opportunity for the Earl, a Campbell, to settle a long-standing clan feud with the MacDonalds.

Thirty-eight innocent men, women, and children were massacred as dawn broke. Another forty died in the snow as they fled into mountains trying to escape. After the tragedy, several British army officers were court martialed for refusing to follow the heinous order. The poor Earl, who was also the Secretary of State for Scotland at the time, was only told to resign. It’s difficult to imagine that this tranquil valley holds such tragedy. This verse from the poem Glencoe by Douglas Alexander Stewart, says it well. 

Sigh, wind in the pine,
Cover it with snow;
But terrible things were done
Long, long ago.

A memorial to the MacDonald Clan stands on the Upper Carnoch road in the village.

After we settled in at the Beechwood Cottage B&B for a two-night stay, and admired the view of Sgorr na Ciche mountain from our window, our host offered to make early dinner reservations for us, relating that during the high season, the restaurants fill quickly and it’s not like Edinburgh where things stay open late. In Glencoe everything closes early and without dinner reservations, there is usually an impossible queue. Following her recommendation, we enjoyed the view of Lock Leven from the restaurant at the Isles of Glencoe Hotel, while having a wonderful dinner and a decadent dessert.

We should have listened more closely to our host’s tip about parking at the Glenfinnan Viaduct to photograph the old Jacobite Steam Train, often referred to as Harry Potter’s Hogwarts Express. Our host suggested it would be wise to arrive an hour before the train is scheduled to cross the bridge, as there are usually hundreds of folks wanting to do the same thing, and it takes a while to hike up the hill to find the right observation point. Well, we were the last car in line before they closed the gate to the Glenfinnan Car Park. Folks who were willing to walk a greater distance back resorted to all sorts of creative and illegal parking along the shoulder of the road. We searched for a while, but the historic area never envisioned the mass tourism that the Harry Potter train brings to the region when the line was constructed in the 1880’s. It began to rain.

For Plan B we backtracked to the Corpach Caol shipwreck on the shore of Loch Linnhe, near the Caledonian Canal Locks, just west of Fort William. The rain lessened as we walked across the locks and along a stoney beach to the evocative wreck silhouetted against Ben Nevis, the tallest mountain in the United Kingdom. The wreck of the old fishing trawler has rested on the beach since 2011, when a fierce storm broke the boat from its mooring, miles away, farther down the loch in Camusnagaul Bay, where a new owner was renovating it to liveaboard.

Afterwards we headed back, across the canal, to a small café for coffee and a reprieve from the rain that had started again and decided to try our luck one more time at the Glenfinnan Viaduct. We planned to be there very early for the afternoon crossing of the train. We secured a parking space easily enough, even though it was beginning to rain harder, and followed the other mad fools as intent as we down a long heavily mudded track. It rained harder. And harder. We thanked our lucky stars that we had invested heavily in completely waterproof jackets for this trip. The rain finally deterred us from continuing up the slope to those spots from which all the iconic photos of the steam train puffing across the curve of the viaduct are taken. Instead, we claimed a spot, under a tree, along the stream that runs through a valley, and stood there stoically like hairy coos in a drenching downpour. That in Gaelic is called a Goselet. One of the infinite number of words that the Scots use to describe their finicky weather.  It was a bust! The train stopped mid span for a minute, for us paparazzi-like tourists to snap away, but the sky was so grey and low that the steam from the engine was indiscernible from the gloom. Our young grandson, having just finished reading all the Harry Potter books, was delighted to see our photos that we texted to him later that day.

By the time we finished a late lunch at The Lochy, a nice unpretentious pub, with some very good value daily specials, the morning storm had cleared, and we headed back to Glencoe. We didn’t get far before we came to a halt at the lowered gates of a railroad crossing. Imagine our surprise when  the Jacobite Steam Train passed in front of us in all its steaming glory in the bright afternoon sun.

We capped the day wandering about closer to Glencoe, exploring various shorelines and St. John’s Scottish Episcopalian Church in Ballachulish. The original church on the site is actually the smaller stone building to the left. It was a storage shed before it was donated to the church and consecrated for use as a sanctuary in 1770. The larger old stone church was built in 1842 and is surrounded by an interesting cemetery.

Till next time, Craig & Donna

Timetable for the Jacobite Steam Train

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A Road Trip in Scotland:  Monks, Potters, Flowers, and Kelpies or A Day in the Highlands
Three days in Edinburgh or Jugglers, Sandstone, Whisky & Thistle  

Three days in Edinburgh or Jugglers, Sandstone, Whisky & Thistle  

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Good hosts, Shopkeepers, and restauranteurs constantly apologized for the unusually cold and fickle August weather that Scotland was experiencing. In the Outer Hebrides, on the Isle of Lewis and Harris, strong winds and high tides led to road flooding in the center of Stornoway, a destination on our itinerary. “Normally the weather is perfect this time of year,” was a frequent refrain. “Lively thunderstorms,” such a nice phrase, had delayed our flight from London to Inverness, several days earlier. Later in the month heavy rain and strong winds led to the naming of the 12th storm of the 2024 season, Storm Lilian.

We had donned our Gore-tex rain gear for two days straight, and were thankful we made the investment in some reliable waterproof jackets. But yesterday afternoon as we visited The Kelpies while driving to Edinburgh, it was 65°F and the sun was shining. The weather was brilliant. Rain then clearing storms was the weather pattern that would repeat itself for the next three weeks, which provided many opportunities for some dramatic landscape photography.

With the weather predicted to be nice for the next several days, we planned to head to the Dugald Stewart Monument on Calton Hill for that iconic view of Edinburgh at sunrise. It didn’t go exactly as planned, as we didn’t get up early enough, underestimated the length of time our tram journey from the Holiday Inn Express Edinburgh – Leith Waterfront would take, and we overshot our stop.

Nevertheless, we enjoyed a quiet early morning in the Princes Street Gardens, catching Edinburgh castle in early morning light from the Ross Fountain. Before walking back to Calton Hill, as the city’s streets slowly awakened, and sculptures atop buildings glowed in the morning sun.

Along our route were solid examples of buildings constructed with Craigleith sandstone. The locally quarried stone was the building material of choice for James Craig, the 18th century Scottish architect tasked with replacing the ancient city’s medieval Old Town’s unsanitary tenements and warren of alleys, with a grid of avenues, squares, and gardens. The results, James Craig’s New Town, are today treasured as  a prime example of Georgian era town planning.

An obscure alley-like entrance across the road from the stairs to Calton Hill caught our attention and we followed a forgotten walkway into the Old Calton Cemetery. Long neglected tombs and teetering headstones dotted the graveyard. In the middle was a stately monument depicting a freed slave looking skyward to a statuesque Abraham Lincoln.  

The Scottish-American Soldiers Monument, as it is called, commemorates the six Scotsmen who volunteered to fight against slavery during the American Civil War. Donations for its construction were solicited across the Scottish dispora in the United States with the American business magnates; Andrew Carnegie and John D. Rockefeller becoming major contributors. The memorial monument was erected in 1893, was the first statue of Abraham Lincoln outside of the United Sates, and continues to be the only American Civil War monument in Europe.

Even though our heart rates were up, after the walk from the center of Edinburgh, the long climb of stairs to the top of Calton hill was a challenge, though it was well worth the effort for that iconic view across The Athens of the North. The 19th century nickname references the Grecian architectural influences incorporated into some of the city’s most notable neoclassical buildings.

Atop the hill the style is most evident in the Dugald Stewart Monument, a memorial to the Scottish philosopher and mathematician; the old City Observatory; and the National Monument of Scotland, a Napoleonic Wars memorial built in remembrance of the soldiers and sailors who fought in those wars. Afterwards we walked down the opposite side of the hill towards the Omni building, a theater and entertainment center, across from the tram stop at Picardy Place. A tall statue of Scotland’s favorite detective, Sherlock Holmes, commands the plaza located a short distance away from the birthplace of the writer Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. 

Our goal now was to walk towards the Port of Leith along the Leith Way to delve into some of Donna’s family history. Here’s Donna to explain:

Before I was Donna Hammell, I was Donna Leith. My mother-in-law was a sweet Italian woman who married a Scottish fellow named John Leith. In the 1970s, they traveled to Scotland to explore the family heritage. They knew that generations back, one of the Leith men had been a sailmaker with a shop along Water Street; another had been a ship builder. Mom and Dad wandered around Leith, trying to find the shop. They were about to give up the search, when they decided to ask at a pharmacy. Turns out that was the very building the sailmaker had occupied, and the people who ran the shop were cousins, once or twice removed. The two women corresponded for decades and exchanged recipes. I just baked a batch of Eyemouth Tarts – deliciously addictive little squares of candied fruit atop a buttery crust. My children are named Sandra Leith and Ian Leith, and I was determined to bring them a souvenir with the Leith name on it. Although for obvious reasons there is some antipathy between my former and current husbands, nevertheless Craig kindly indulged me on this search for my kids’ ancestry. I think he was as pleased as I was when we hit the jackpot at a lovely little store. I cleaned her out on all things Leith.

Leith Way, is one of Edinburgh’s oldest streets, that followed the line of a now long- gone earthen rampart built to defend Edinburgh from Oliver Cromwell’s army in 1650. On either side of the road, it seemed as if every storefront we passed incorporated Leith into the name of their business: Leith Shwarma, The Dog House Leith, Leith Artisan Coffee, Leith Walk Denture Studio, Leith Barber, and Tribe Leith, a yoga studio. Nearing sensory overload, we stopped for a pint of beer at the Boundary Bar. It’s an unpretentious neighborhood pub famously known for its line painted along the floor that marked the border between Leith and Edinburgh, and most importantly allowed customers who crossed to the Leith side of the bar to party an hour longer, when the pubs in Edinburgh closed at 9 PM. Leith’s advantage ended when the two cities merged in1920. Across the street we enjoyed an inexpensive lunch at the Kukina Turkish Bakery, just down from The Wee Leith Shop, which was only twice as wide as its door. Farther along we found a very nice shop, Destined for Home, with all things Leith souvenirs. Donna was thrilled!

Leith’s history was tied to the rise of Edinburgh as the seat of the Scottish crown. Archeological discoveries along the port’s waterfront suggest an extensive wharf area that dates to the 12th century. The port thrived for centuries upon shipbuilding, whaling, fishing, and glass making, along with warehouses storing whisky and wines imported from Europe. Leith was so prosperous that it had gas street lighting in 1822, and electrified its tram network in 1905, years before the town merged with Edinburgh in 1920. Severely hard times fell on Leith after WWII when ship building declined, and the advent of mega container ships required larger, modern port facilities. Notoriously, the city was unceremoniously depicted in the 1993 novel, Trainspotting. It was a much different perspective than that of the Proclaimer’s1988 hit song, Sunshine on Leith, which the BBC hailed as a “love song to the city and Scotland.” The song became an anthem of endurance for a city once down on its luck. But since then, the dock area has undergone a transformation with new office buildings and residential towers being built along the old canals and dock area of the port, reinvigorating the area and earning the designation as the “Venice of the North.”

Later that afternoon we returned to the center of Edinburgh via the tram and walked across town to theSpace @ Surgeons’ Hall, a performing arts theater, to see a play hosted by the Fringe Festival. I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change was written by award-winning playwright Joe DiPietro, who happens to be the little brother of Donna’s girlfriend from grade school. The four-person performance, the second longest-running off-Broadway play, was performed in a small intimate space with seating on three sides of the stage. The play was fantastic, and the tickets were extremely inexpensive. 

At this point we need to confess that we didn’t know anything about the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, a large three-week entertainment event held every August in Edinburgh, for over 75 years. It was only after purchasing our airfare, when we tried to book a hotel, six months out, that room availability was severely limited, and we delved deeper as to why. The Fringe Festival started as an act of rebellion against the status quo in 1947 when eight theater companies, not invited to the Edinburgh International Festival, performed on the streets in Edinburgh. The event has mushroomed over the years and in 2024 “sold more than 2.6 million tickets and featured more than 51,446 scheduled performances of 3,746 different shows across 262 venues from 60 different countries.” The Edinburgh Fringe Festival website and catalog of shows was very helpful in planning what to see. Everything we read said Edinburgh would be insanely packed with tourists. But our barometer was a New York city rush hour, and Edinburgh’s streets were an oasis of calm in comparison. Not being able to find any reasonably priced hotels near the center of the city, the Holiday Inn Express Edinburgh – Leith Waterfront, located on the tram line, was the perfect alternative.

For the next morning Donna secured us tickets for the opening time at Edinburgh Castle, and we arrived to join the small queue already forming. The top of this massive rock has been a safe haven since the Iron Age when folks first sought refuge there. It was the seat of the Scottish crown for several centuries after Malcolm III Canmore, the first King of Scotland, set foot upon the Castle Rock in the 11th century, though the principal royal residence, since its construction in the 16th century has been Holyrood Palace.

I imagine the wind carries the stories of Mary Queen of Scots, James VI, Oliver Cromwell, and soldiers barracked, and prisoners of wars in its dungeons, that walked upon the rock. Noteworthy historical oddities include: the first fireworks lit the sky above the castle in 1507 to celebrate a lavish jousting tournament hosted by James IV. In 1838, the 78th Highlanders, stationed at the castle, returned from serving in Sri Lanka with an elephant in tow. The parade ground before the castle entrance hosts a spectacular event every August evening called The Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo.

Afterwards we wandered the streets and alleys of Edinburgh’s ancient Old Town below the castle. The cheerfully painted storefronts along the bow of Victoria Street certainly brightened the day after a gloomy morning. The streets were busy with crowds gathered around entertainers performing in the squares. Eventually, we found our way to the Greyfriars Kirkyard Cemetery.

The land for the graveyard was granted to the city by Mary Queen of Scots in the mid-16th century. Soon the city started to use the graveyard for the mass burials of thousands that died during the multiple plagues that struck the city over a seventy-five year period. Though there are only several hundred headstones in the cemetery, it is thought nearly 100,000 people were buried there over a three-hundred-year period, and tour guides will have you believing it’s the most haunted cemetery in the world.

After the establishment of Edinburgh’s Medical College in the 1700s, graverobbers often exhumed the recently deceased and sold the cadavers to the school for use in their anatomy classes. The cemetery is also known for the story of Bobby, the beloved pet of John Grey. The Skye Terrier is remembered for dedicatedly guarding his owner’s grave for 14 years before his own death at age 16, in 1872. More recently, the success of JK Rowling’s Harry Potter books have drawn fans of the novels to the cemetery where the author borrowed the names of Robert Potter, Thomas Riddle (aka Lord Voldemort), William McGonagall (a famously bad poet), Elizabeth Moodie, and Margaret Louisa Scrymgeour Wedderburn off the gravestones for some of her important characters.

After lunch at the Greyfriars Bobby’s, a pub at the entrance to the cemetery, we walked across town. At the National Galleries of Scotland we stopped to watch a juggler tossing flaming torches from atop a tall teetering platform, held aloft by members of the audience.

At the Princes Street Gardens the skirl of bagpipes filled the air near the sculpture of Wojtek, an orphaned Syrian brown bear cub that Polish soldiers found in Iran, and adopted while they were serving with the British army in WWII. After the war Wojtek lived out his life in the Edinburgh Zoo.

Our destination was Dean Village, an old, though now gentrified, milling community, that once had eleven mills along the Water of Leith. It’s a tranquil bucolic area with a foot and bike path that can be followed to the Port of Leith, four miles away. Saint Bernard’s Well is along the walkway, and during the Middle Ages the water from the natural spring was believed to have curative powers.

For dinner that evening we headed back into the new town and stopped at The Black Cat pub, which was recommended as having a great selection of whisky, friendly knowledgeable bartenders, and good fairly priced food. We tried a flight of three single malt coastal whiskies. Two were from islands off Scotland’s west coast; an Arran 10 year from the Isle of Arran, and a Ledaig 10 from the Isle of Mull. The third was a Glenglassaugh 12 year distilled near Sandend Bay in northern Scotland. The young barkeep was also a well versed whisky sommelier, and guided us through the subtle influences the Atlantic and North Sea air have on the aging process.  Poetically using a cask full of adjectives to describe the Nose – floral seaside aromas, with gentle smokey palate – a malty creaminess, and finish – sublimely spicy, a kick of cloves, or an exquisite lingering saltiness, to variously describe the warm amber liquors we were enjoying. All were very nice to sip slowly, though the Ledaig 10 was a little too peaty for our taste, and we likened it to inhaling too deeply with your first cigar – it took some getting used to.

The following morning, we set off for the Palace of Holyroodhouse. It has been an official royal residence since James IV constructed the palace in1501, adjacent to the Holyrood Abbey’s cathedral that was completed in 1230. The original palace was destroyed in the 1650s when a fire consumed much of the building while it was being used as a barracks by Oliver Cromwell’s troops. Though there have been many interior alterations over the centuries, the façade of the palace today closely resembles its 1679 construction.

The Renaissance fountain in the forecourt was installed in 1850 to spiff the place up for a visit by Queen Victoria. Sadly, that seems to be the last attempt to improve the place, and our tour of the inside felt like we were walking through spartanly furnished, shabby aristocratic public housing. The Abbey’s cathedral is an ancient ruin, and the gardens surrounding the palace get much better PR than they deserve. For the exorbitant admission price, they didn’t deliver the expected enthralling experience. If you are watching your budget, we suggest skipping Holyroodhouse and visiting Stirling Castle or Dunrobin Castle with its spectacular interior and garden instead.

For our last afternoon in the city, we visited the Royal Botanic Garden, seventy acres of beautiful, manicured rolling woodland with formal gardens. We followed the signs through the park, passing under a 23ft tall hedge over 100 years old, to the Queen Mother’s Memorial Garden, that’s noted for its perennial flowers and collection of indigenous plants.

The gardens were thriving in the moist moderate weather of Scotland, and bursting with color. At the very end of the garden is a small building called The Memorial Pavilion. It’s very unique, with every square inch of the interior walls and ceiling covered with shells collected by school children all across Scotland.

Planted outside was a bed of thistle, Scotland’s national flower. Scottish folklore credits the thistle with saving an ancient village from a Viking raid, when the barefooted invaders stepped on the spiky plant. Their cries of agony alerted the sleeping warriors of the village who then defeated their enemy. It has since become an important symbol of Scottish heraldry, and being invested into the ancient chivalric order of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, is one of Scotland’s and England’s highest awards. The prickly flower was even celebrated in a 1926 poem, A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle, by the famous Scottish poet by Hugh MacDiarmid. The epic, “stream-of-consciousness” poem touches on everything from the state of the nation and the mysteries of the universe to the joy of whisky.

Edinburgh was a fantastic destination, that requires multiple visits to fully explore.

Till next time, Craig & Donna

P.S. The Scotland Explores Pass helped with the price of admission to many sites across the country.