So, Edinburgh has a castle. A big one, built near the beginning of the last millennium, with stones and history and turrets and towers and tapestries and . . . sigh. It's a great castle.
It's right up the street from the School of Divinity, so I see it regularly. It's all rather romantic.
For my 25th birthday, I decided to go inside. After all, you don't turn a quarter century every day!
It has a wall for defense with slits - it has been attacked and conquered many times before in Scottish history.
It houses the oldest church in Scotland, built for Queen Margaret in the Middle Ages.
This is a view from the castle wall, overlooking Edinburgh. The grass patch is a dog cemetery for generations of castle canines.
This is the best window seat ever, located in the castle great hall.
In this room, Mary, Queen of Scots, gave birth to James, later king of Scotland and England. (Think King James Version of the Bible.)
It's right up the street from the School of Divinity, so I see it regularly. It's all rather romantic.
It has a wall for defense with slits - it has been attacked and conquered many times before in Scottish history.
