More castle-hopping, which is a little like bar-hopping, except with a lot more stairs and no booze.Craigievar Castle was closed today, so we walked around the outside. It wears a coat of pink harling for weather-proofing and looks like architectural cotton candy. -- Mary Jo, this is Mary Kay's new big prize, after the pink Cadillac. Better sell more lipsticks.
Drum Castle was open, fortunately. The first parts of the castle were built in the 1320s and, over 700 years, several generations of the same family lived there before the castle was turned over to the National Trust of Scotland.
I climbed up a gazillion steps to the top of the tower, momentarily forgetting that I'm 60 years old and afraid of heights. But I still took that photo of Tom on the ground below me.
It really felt like spring today, with sunshine, no rain, and temperatures in the high 60s. I briefly wondered if we'd taken a wrong turn and left Scotland.
Naturally, we had to do a little bookstore-hopping, too. Went to Books and Beans and then Waterstones in Aberdeen's Old Town. We both have dozens of books at home that we haven't read yet, but I consistently fail to leave a bookstore without at least one new book. (Dad would be so proud of me.)Tomorrow morning we head back to Edinburgh for two nights, then fly home on Sunday--to the land of no castles, except for the ones we build in the sky.
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