Well my ballerina daughter has been inspired by the Scottish Highlands, not to do a Highland jig, but to thump around like Shrek doing ballet in our attic room. We had a lovely time in Edinburgh in the tartan carpeted, gorgeous Howard hotel with very nice butlers making pots of proper tea. Edinburgh was glistening with the sun shining brightly. The kids went underground to visit the Close’s of the plague era and I went to pick up the car. A lovely walk along the Royal Mile from the castle to Holyrood in the Scottish sunshine (yes really) was gorgeous.
I parked the car in the back of the Howard and when it came time to get it out I remembered the non forgiving Scottish stone and the nerve inducing maneuver’s that are needed when the car park fills up and blocks ones rather long car in amongst the Scottish stone.
The drive up over Glencoe was done in the moonlight (even if it was only 4pm), with the massive Scottish peaks covered in snow. We did wonder how the Highlanders managed to have such ferocious battles when it would be too damn cold to take your hands out of your pockets to yield your broadsword.
The drive through the great glen was lovely but a bit too winding for one occupant so a stop was in order. Snow covered fields, swirling mist, massive Scottish Highland mountains and a weird sort of moon made Lydia convinced that the dementor’s were coming to get us. She made us all think happy thoughts whilst she summoned up her best Expecto Patronum spell. Yes it is a laugh a minute travelling with a ballet dancing, wizard who can summon patronus spells with a wave of her mobile phone.
Sleeping under the stars 