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| From Goin' Brogue |
Meg had just gotten in from Barcelona, and I think we were both pretty exhausted. We took a lovely train back from the airport to a town called Leuchars, where we caught a cab to Meg's RIDICULOUSLY NICE flat a little outside of St. Andrews proper. We're heading out to get some breakfast now, but eventually we'll put up some pictures to verify this claim, and substantiate the use of all caps. All of the buildings are stone and old school, and even though they got hit by a hard winter, too, everything is so green. Spring has sprung and the birds are singing. (You can go vomit now if you'd like.)
As mentioned earlier, we were both (particularly Pat) a little loopy Friday night, so we took it easy and just did a little evening walking tour of the town, followed by a delightful Thai dinner. Saturday, though, we hit the ground running and saw all three streets in St. Andrews! First on the tour, though, was Meg's exhibit at the St. Andrews Museum. I needed to see this thing for myself, because if I listened to Meg, I would have been convinced that it was put together by a couple of fourth graders cracked out on pixie sticks.
Needless to say, Meg was way too hard on herself. As the pictures will attest, this thing is legit professional. All of the artifacts are beautifully preserved, and the design is just fantastic. You would have no clue that it was put together by students. Ye verily, I was impressed.
After that we saw the beautiful quad, where there was a wedding going on. WITH KILTS! Every dude was wearing kilts, and they weren't even wearing the same ones; they went all out and wore their individual clan tartans. Even the little ginger toddler had a kilt on! I felt very underdressed.
We walked by St. Andrews castle and down by the coast, where the water was incredibly blue. Apparently of the archbishops who inhabited the castle in the 1500s had at least 20 illegitimate kids! They were also rather violent, and we were able to walk, well, more like crawl down into a mine that the Regent of Scotland had dug to try and tunnel into the castle and save his imprisoned son. There is NO way that this thing would have been open to the public in the US. (stupid lawyers) The British also have quite a penchant for understated signs, and as you'll see, the warning sign didn't quite do the mine justice.
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| From Goin' Brogue |
We walked by St. Andrews castle and down by the coast, where the water was incredibly blue. Apparently of the archbishops who inhabited the castle in the 1500s had at least 20 illegitimate kids! They were also rather violent, and we were able to walk, well, more like crawl down into a mine that the Regent of Scotland had dug to try and tunnel into the castle and save his imprisoned son. There is NO way that this thing would have been open to the public in the US. (stupid lawyers) The British also have quite a penchant for understated signs, and as you'll see, the warning sign didn't quite do the mine justice.
Later in the evening we moseyed down one of the other three streets and got delicious smoothies and ambled home just as the sun was going down. (At like 8 PM!!!!!!) But I think that is enough for now. We're about to get some breakfast and explore some more. More updates soon!
Pat and Meg
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