Dunnottar for the Last Time

Yes, my posts are completely out of order, but do you really want to relive our nightmare journey of last Tuesday before all else? Maybe you do, and I will share all the gory details in due time, but that is now all a distant, hazy memory eclipsed by the beauty of our five days in Scotland full of merry laughter, long-awaited celebration, hearty embraces, and a tearful farewell at the airport.

Back to Dunnottar. It is unabashedly my favorite spot in Scotland. I have blogged about it many times here, and I wanted to say good-bye to that rugged, fairy-tale castle with its magnificent ruins and ferocious wind. After visiting some charity shops along the way for goodies to bring back with us, we finally arrived just before sunset on Thursday, Thanksgiving Day back in the US. I have never been there at sunset, but it was a poetic close to this chapter in our life. Although Evie will not remember, we have photographic proof that she was there. I was pleased to note that a new sign has been erected welcoming visitors and tourists, and the stony, treacherous path has been significantly improved.

The terrific aerial view of the Castle on the new sign.

But the essence of the place is very much the same, and I take great comfort in knowing that if I had a time machine and were to come back in another 500 years, it probably won't have changed much.

That's Scotland.

A new side view of the Castle from further south along the coast.