scotland, a place i have wanted to visit since, well, forever.  i have a week of it behind me now and am fairly certain i will need to visit again someday – we did many good things, but (like my first trip to new zealand… uh oh) i am left realizing how many more things i want to come back and do next time.  the only thing lacking was internet access, which is why i’ve been awol since leaving england, so bear with me as i work through the whole backlog of our travels oot and aboot.

seems only logical to start from the beginning. we flew up from stansted and landed in prestwick, under a slaty blue-grey sky and over fields that looked much lusher and greener than those further south. we were met by the pebbles senior (my father- and stepmother-in-law), our traveling companions for the week; they took us to our hotel to leave our ever-swelling luggage (thanks to upcoming birthdays and christmas), and to note the presence of a ben & jerry’s ice cream vending machine in the lobby (!!), then for a quick jaunt around ayr and the general region.  it was noticeably crisp on the west coast (i believe ‘bracing’ was the chosen word) and we went for a (very) quick stroll by the beach in watery late afternoon sun, with a stiff breeze carrying wheeling seagulls above the choppy sea.

back in the warm sheltered pod of our rental car (our home for many hours of the ensuing week), we cruised south to take in a few more local sights along the coast.  we were duly confounded by the ‘electric brae’ (and wished we had thought to bring a soccer ball for testing, as another holidaying family had done), resolved to go back the next day for a more thorough look at culzean castle if time permitted, and went for another wander in the gathering dusk among the picturesque seaside ruins of dunure castle.