In the home of James the 5th they were setting up the millions of fireworks that would signal Hogmanay. It really was so damn bleak amongst the cold Scottish stone, the wind and cobblestones of Stirling castle. Our Scottish guide regaled us with stories of Mary Queen of Scots; Queen at 6 days old. The stories of regents, murdered husbands, married cousins, imprisonment at Loch Leven, abdications for one year old sons, and execution by one’s loving cousin was made all the more colourful by the winds and the darkness of a good Scottish winter.
Lang may yer lum reek!
Sleeping under the stars 