It was our first time in Scotland and the end of our trip. After two weeks of near-perfect May weather, our last day greeted us with a chill. The rain came down, the fog rolled in, and it was a precise reflection of our mood. We were sad. More than that, we were downright melancholy. You see, at that time, Mr. C and I had no idea if and when we would return. Did we just spend two weeks falling in love with a county we might not ever see again?
Feeling glum, Mr. C and I decided to get out for a while rather than sulk about our morning flight home. So, we did a little shopping and attended a wonderful afternoon church service at Grace Church Leith (an emotional experience for we two sad saps). Finally, as the weather cleared a little, we made our way over to Holyrood Park.
It. Was. Breathtaking.
It was magical.
It was bittersweet.Read more