Well, I’ve settled back into my routine here in West Seattle and our bridge is finally open. Those of you who live in my area know how elated some of us are about the bridge reopening. Now I’m bored and planning the next adventure. But first, I must thank all of the forum members who helped make my first ever trip to Scotland and London a memorable one and to post a trip report of my time in beautiful Scotland.
I quickly found how helpful the Scots are. Everywhere in Scotland the people go out of their way to engage in conversation (some brogue more understandable than others, depending on what region). When unsure of myself for transportation and getting around, the Scots were very helpful like issuing a new ticket after mine didn’t pop back out after the turnstile opened and also giving quick direction for catching the train Glasgow-Edinburgh-London. My train from Glasgow was delayed due to switch problems and I almost missed the train to London. The only close call I encountered in 3 weeks of travel.
There were hiccups, don’t get me wrong. The #201 bus from Braemar to Banchory was delayed AND we (at least 70-80 people) lined up on the wrong side of the street so we had to do a quick pivot and walk in front of the slow moving traffic to the correct side of the street. It was actually comical. Could have kicked myself for that silliness since I used to commute by public transportation and should have known better. I met some pretty interesting people while waiting in that line though.
There was only one really bad weather day and that was in Aberdeen and then Glasgow. Had to change up my plans for a half day in Aberdeen because it was raining sideways and I felt it would be too much to navigate getting my luggage into a storage place just to visit some museums and the waterfront for a couple of hours. This was the only change to my itinerary in Scotland. London was a different matter. Some of the plans for London changed dramatically after HMQ Elizabeth passed away and her son, Charles, became King. The sadness was palpable. Later, I reflected on the fact that I saw Charles as a prince and then a week later, as a king. He was at the Braemar gathering/Highland games as a prince and then he was in a motorcade traveling from Parliament to Buckingham Palace as the King. Surreal.