I am in Scotland, freshly back from the Isle of Skye.

Lovely place. Wet, but lovely.

I ran willy-nilly all over a 13th century ruined castle, throwing caution to the wind and tearing along the grass covered walls.

We stopped at the castle from that thar Highlander movie. It was night and there were spotlights, so we did the only thing three dignified Canadian girls could do: we made giant shadow puppets on the walls. We danced like harem girls from bad 1920's desert movies, we danced like the red plastic monkeys from the barrel, we tried to make a giant shadow rabbit, but it didn't work very well.

We went to Odin. Climbed all over the ruined castle there. I may have peed frantically in a raspberry bush, and gotten my elbows in stinging nettles. (Whoops.)

We stopped at a large old church just as the sun was going down. Turns out there was a tribute to Robert the Bruce there, including some of his bone. His face and hands were carved in alibaster, so perfectly you could see the hairs on his knuckles. The gargoyles on the outside of the church were all rabbits and hippopotomous.

It was a fantastic trip. Except Kelly lost her phone.

Still. Fantastic.

And I lost my huge labradorite ring.

Still.

Fantastic.

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Rosie.

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