As I watched Glencoe slowly roll away from view out my passenger window, I felt the gray clouds matched my mood.
There’s always a bit of sadness on the last day of a good trip–but it’s also mixed with relief. There’s nothing quite like sleeping in your own bed with your own sheets to make returning home that much easier.
Our last day in Scotland proved to be a strange mixture of sights, with really nothing in common but the fact they were along our way back to Edinburgh.
The morning began with another tour of a local distillery–this one, though, seemed rather sad and had fallen on hard times.
We lunched in this quaint town. I think the tour bus had just pulled up before us.
Then we hopped out of the car for a photo only of Doune Castle, which Monty Python fans will recognize as the one used in the Holy Grail movie. There were loads (literally) of tourists here (trust me, they just moved out of view of my camera).
Next up was Stirling. Again, we just went up to the castle but didn’t tour it. By this time we were castled out.
Sorry, these illustrations always amuse me.
And finally we came to the highlight of the day–and the title of this post.
Yes, it’s the Falkirk Wheel
If you read the wikipedia article, it will explain how this was built to replace several locks along the canal.
We were fortunate enough to get to watch it in action.
We made it back to Edinburgh.
This sign would be ideal for the college dorm room.
And lastly we celebrated Jay’s birthday–pub style.
Goodbye, dear Scotland.
Well, that’s all she wrote, folks. Hope you enjoyed viewing my travels!