Wednesday, May 29
Patches of bluebells,
And wild garlic grow under the canopy of trees.
The Wallace coat of arms hangs over the entryway.
And a statue of Braveheart is installed on the corner of the monument.
I’m thinking there was some artistic license taken when they cast Mel Gibson in the role.
The monument also houses memorials of other important Scots, notably the economist Adam Smith.
I accidentally ended up walking to the top of the monument. There were exhibits on each successive floor of the monument so I kept trudging higher and higher. The second-worst part was the spiral stairwell, which looks like it’s kind of glued onto the outside of the structure,
had giant openings on the sides I could practically fall through. Okay, so maybe they weren’t quite that large but it was pretty drafty. It took a major effort to climb almost to the top. I managed a quick snap through one of the crenellations,
Then I turned the corner and found that it opened right up to nothing but air and it was over and done with for me.
I beat a hasty retreat down a floor until Jim finished sightseeing and then we made the trek back down to ground level.
We had a little lunch and then got on the road to the final destination, Edinburgh. Rather than try to find parking for two days, we checked into the hotel and then drove back out to the airport to drop off the rental car. We hopped on a the AirLink, a double-decker bus and rode back into town. The two-story buses seem to be a popular mode of transport.
We strolled around town for a bit before supper and came across this busker with his assistant, a droopy lab holding a hat out for tips. (Some of us have a soft spot for dogs, apparently.)