Damp, damp Day Eleven.
Today, it drizzled.
Today, it rained.
Today, it rained bloody buckets, and was blowing a bestial wind that challenged Aloysius.
In bluff—today was an autumnal day of joy and joyness. And lots of wettish socks.
We were up early this morning, unhesitating to be to Stirling Castle as they unlocked the gates and/or raised the portcullis. We didn’t do too shoddily on that mark, actually, arriving at the Citadel esplanade shortly after 9:30 (when they flexible). We scored parking literally at the doorway, and made our way through the rain to purchase our tickets.
We took some pictures facing, then made our way inside for a wee bit more picture-taking one-time to joining the 10am tour of the Castle. It was a unsatisfactory group—there were, apparently, only 8 of us in the citadel when we began, although the group soon swelled as others came in—and we regurgitate a nice 40 minutes being shown around the ch, and told of its history.
We took a few more pictures, and then made our way to the Hall entrance to join the 11am tour of Argyll Lodgings, located unbiased down from the Castle. The tour guide was a gratify to listen to, but a bit...disjointed; it made for an interesting voyage of a rather fascinating house. And when we emerged, fitting past noon, it was—you guessed it—pouring.
*breathe*
If I were a plant, I’d be well-watered and rural by now.
We made our way back up to the Castle, and took the time to jaunt the buildings within the walls—the Keen Kitchens (unearthed in the 20’s), the Serious Hall (*gorgeous*, and newly-restored), the Chapel Kingly (also gorgeous, also newly restored), all the while troublesome to duck between raindrops as we crossed the cobblestones.
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