Our trip is winding down! Our last scheduled event was an interior tour of Balmoral Castle. They only opened the doors to the public two years ago, and I had to make reservations months ago. After showing passports several times, receiving special parking and admission, being scanned, and having our bags searched, our small group … Continue reading The Art of Wandering Well: Balmoral
You gotta love a good B&B hostess. Especially one that looks exactly like your mother. It was a little eerie and a little comforting at the same time. A few of the things she got right… The Launderette.She wasn’t kidding when she said it was right around the corner. Unlike a few others, all the … Continue reading The Art of Wandering Well: Take The Advice
Three stops on the tourist trail today… Culloden Battlefield: according to Rick Steves, it is “an evocative, haunting, and deeply powerful memorial.” We agree. Cawdor Castle and Gardens: “All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!” Clava Cairns: ancient … Continue reading The Art of Wandering Well: Keeping a Tally
We left Oban and headed for the Highlands today. Leaving Oban we followed a single lane, meandering Road through the country, sometimes I'm not sure about Apple Maps? It was a little harrowing, but it is on those roads that we get windows into typical Scottish living. And that includes Highland cows. We generally see … Continue reading The Art of Wandering Well: Traversing The Highlands
We arrived in Oban, home of the famous single malt scotch whisky, and decided it has a western coastal B.C. sort of vibe. Like Prince Rupert, it has trains and ferries, and a road which ends at the sea. However, the shops and restaurants are decidedly more tourist-friendly, and the waterfront is more Victoria, B.C. … Continue reading Wandering and wondering: Oban and Isle of Iona
We were off to Scotland! As we drove through increasingly wilder areas, the road signs gave directions that said simply,“The North,” like it was Game of Thrones or something. Scotland feels less manicured than England - wilder. The fields are not as curated - you can see shrubbery encroaching and some reforestation happening. There seem … Continue reading The Art of Wandering Well: Skipping Glasgow
Screenshot It was time to head to Bakewell! Along the way we stopped to visit Kiley, a close friend of Gracie's and her former college roommate. We visited her in Congleton, halfway to Bakewell where she and husband had just purchased a new home. The house looked exactly like those dreamy English Country homes people … Continue reading The Art of Wandering Well in Bakewell.
Some days you need castles and grand adventures. And some days you just need good coffee, clean socks and a breather! When I had researched where to stay in this part of the world, I was not anticipating that we would have a car. The town of Chester was conveniently halfway between Wales and Liverpool, both … Continue reading The Art of Wandering Well: Home Base
If Scott had a few things on his required bucket list, I had this one. I really wanted to do the magical mystery tour of Liverpool. I was a Beatles Girlie! I had the biggest Beatles phase in my late teens and early twenties. One of my earliest music memories is my mom playing Let … Continue reading The Art of Wandering on a Magical Mystery Tour
Scott here lending a hand - helping get caught up. We spent three nights in a B & B in Adelstrop, a small town of 150 people which is simultaneously so small its postal address is listed as Morton-on-Marsh, 5 miles away, but yet is home to the “Queen of the Cotswolds” and matron of … Continue reading The art Wandering Well: Cotswolds Luxe and Loons. 
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