Day 13 & 14 – Liverpool

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The Cavern Club where the Beatles performed over 200 times.
By AUGIE FAVAZZA, PHOTOS By TERESA FAVAZZA 

 The Beatles were the reason for this overnight stop in Liverpool on my 66th birthday. 

The 3 3/4 hour train ride to Liverpool was fine, except I was surprised there was no WIFI which makes it difficult to post blogs in a timely manner. That’s frustrating for a former journalist accustomed to making deadlines.

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Posing with statue of John Lennon
    I have been blogging mostly by writing in the wordpress.com app on my Droid cell phone.  Once I reach WIFI zone, I switch to my IPad where Teresa’s photos are downloaded from the camera.  I continue to use the IPad wordpress.com app to upload photos to the text of my blog post.  I am usually publishing a post around midnight, which is 7 p.m. EST., while Teresa is asleep. I find I write best in the late hours, perhaps a carry over from my sports writing days when many games stories were written at that hour.

  We had to transfer trains to reach Liverpool, but that went smoothly thanks to a concession worker’s tip confirming the right track and train.  We struck up a conversation with a woman from Liverpool.  She made many suggestions about what to do, although we sensed she was not a big fan of John, Paul, George and Ringo.

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I have always enjoyed the Beatles, especially now since I play many of their popular ballads on the piano.  However, I am not a fanatic,  although I recall listening to LPs played backwards on a turn table in my freshman dorm room with my roommate Steve Berra . I was an usher at Busch Stadium in August, 1966 when the Beatles played before 55,000, mostly screaming teenage girls.

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Paul McCartney’s home as a teenager. He and John Lennon wrote over 100 songs there.
Teresa, Joanie and Steve were willing to celebrate my 66th birthday with the Beatles Story exhibit and Magical Mystery Tour bus. Steve summed it up by saying, ” I loved the Beatles’ music but really didn’t know much of their history. ” 

Well, we saw plenty of that. Liverpool is Beatles Mania on steroids  for several square miles of the city center. Everywhere you looked, you saw their likenesses. 

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Early Days of the Beatles before Ringo replaced George Best.
We stayed at the Hampton by Hilton in city center, a short walk to Albert’s Dock where the Beatles Story exhibit is located and the Magical Mystery Tour bus embarks. I would recommend the Hampton by Hilton because it is reasonable, modern and clean, if you are planning a Beatles pilgrimage.  Our rooms were free due to my Hilton Honors Diamond points status earned during beauty school accreditation work.   

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A marquee of bricks outside the Cavern Club.
The cabbie who delivered us to the hotel praised the Beatles Story exhibit but said if you a serious Beatles’ fans, you might find the Magical Mystery Tour boring.  Obviously loyal to his fellow cabbies, he recommended the cabbie Beatles tour instead. The Liverpool native had that distinctive Beatles-sounding accent. He and every local we met seemed to have a great sense of pride in the city of half million people. It reminded me of a recent  trip to Memphis and a tour of Graceland. 

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You can rent the Yellow Submarine houseboat that sleeps 12.
Liverpool’s Albert Dock has plenty of restaurants and the harbor area is quite interesting. We got a kick out of several elaborate house boats. Some you can rent sleeping up to 12, particularly the Yellow Submarine and Liverpool Titanic, complete with 4 smoke stacks.

     We first went to the Beatles Story. Tickets were reasonable and good for 2 days.  I guess a real hardcore Fab Four enthusiast could spend 48 hours listening to the audio hand-set presentation that included narration and individual videos of Beatles, promoters (especially manager Brian Epstein who died during the bands’  run of gold records, fans. ) Actually, a good friend, Russ Garvey of Sarasota, is a Beatles’ aficionado with every vinyl album. He is planning such a trip next year. 

The exhibits that documents the Beatles ‘ story are well put together with music, pictures, videos and props. We enjoyed sitting in a rows of airline seats seeing the Fab Four arriving at JFK Airport and following their first American tour.

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According to our guide, the four bells of the Cathloic Cathredal are named after four apostles — John, Paul, George and Ringo
We were impressed with the perseverance and struggles of the band known by various names — most notably  the Quarrymen in their early years. 

Toward the end of the tour — you go at your own pace, you come to individual exhibits of each Beatle. I learned that McCartney has financially supported his old performing arts school, and it is now one of the most sought -out schools of its kind. He personally hands graduates diplomas.

Noon the next day, we boarded the Magical Mystery Tiur bus. That ticket was reasonable too. Jay, our guide, was very knowledgeable and grew up in the same neighborhood and attended the same high school as John Lennon. 

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Boarding the Magical Mystery Tour bus.
Beatles songs, of course, were  played at  appropriate locations of interest — Strawberry Fields, Penny Lane and at the church where Eleanor Rigby is truly buried. There was a  back story to each place

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Strawberry Fields where John would go to check out girls at the school for unwed mothers
The bus gave us a good look at Liverpool neighborhoods. The grand Anglican Catherdral, the fifth largest in Europe, where Paul McCartney was rejected  by the choir leader who said didn’t have a strong enough vouce. Years later, McCartney would perform there . He invited the choir master, who told McCartney he was responsible for his success.

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George Harrison’s neighborhood called Arnold Grove. He used that name when registering at hotel.
The bus stopped at the teenage- year homes of John, Paul, George and Ringo. Ringo and George grew up definitely poor. Ringo was very ill as a youngster. The woman who lives in the Harrison tiny brick home has been offered a half million pounds for it. John’s more upper class home is owned by a national trust as is McCarthy’s.

The bus tour ends near the Cavern Club  where the Beatles performed over 200 times. A singer-guitar player was performing Beatles classics.
     

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Day 12: Edinburgh

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The Royal Palace of Scotland
​By AUGIE FAVAZZA, PHOTOS By TERESA FAVAZZA

Steve and I dropped the car off at the Edinburgh airport after our round at St. Andrews. We took a tram into city center not far from the main train terminal where we purchased tickets for Liverpool.  We then met Teresa and Joanie on the Royal Mile that links the palace and the castle.

Teresa and Joanie had spent the day touring the castle and the palace and definitely enjoyed the royal residence more than the fortress that dramatically overlooks the city.

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The Great Hall in Edinburgh Castle.

I guess it was the case of my glowing build-up of how spectacular the Edinburgh Castle was when I visited over 20 years ago.  Back then, you were treated to midday  changing of the guard that I recalled was better than the Buckingham Palace experience.  

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They reported no changing of the guard, and the castle was very commercial.  The crown jewels of Scotland paled in comparison to those at the Tower of London.  That’s not how I remembered my viewing, but what do I know about jewels and precious gems? Teresa and Joanie are far better to judge. 

They were impressed with the Royal Palace. However, the  Royal Mile was also very commercial with souvenir shops.

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A closer look at the Palace fates.

Photography, as in the case in many of the castles and palaces, is not allowed in many areas. However, Teresa noticed a picture of Queen Elizabeth on horseback. She couldn’t resist taking a photo because of her love of horses, too.

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Deacon Brodie Tavern.
They had lunch  at Deacon Brodie’s Tavern. Teresa related that the Deacon was a Jeckyl and Hyde sort of character. By day he was a master carpenter — they saw his wood-working genius in the bar. By night, he was a thief stealing from the rich homes he worked in.

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A bagpiper on the Royal Mile.
We decided to visit an attraction called Mary King’s Close before grabbing dinner.  A close is a term used to describe a Midieval narrow street off the main thoroughfare connecting the castle and royal palace. Mary was a rare businesswoman,  well respected in town and thus the close was named for her.

This exhibit takes you down deep below the present city streets. You got a sense of the claustrophobic “close”  viewing businesses and crude homes where families lived in very squalid conditions. Of course, there was no plumbing and very little light and heavy stench.  The poorer the family; the smaller the living conditions. Some were hardly more than a 15 x 15 room with as many as a dozen family members.

Livestock were even kept underground. Animal and human waste were collected in buckets and tossed out on the narrow, steep street at an appointed time in the morning and then at night.

Our tour was conducted by young lady playing the role of a domestic during the Medieval times. She interacted with framed talking halograms of contemporaries and described several scenes of  mannequins and props showing family life. She took us back to the harsh conditions, explaining how the black plague claimed the lives of so many.  Parents sometimes would move on and leave an inflicted child. A visiting psychic claimed one such child approached her in tears.  The psychic brought back a small doll for the young female spirit. The report went viral and there is now a growing collection of dolls, trinkets and notes from people all over the world. The plague doctor was a caped -crusader wearing  beak mask to ward off the spirits that spread the highly contagious disease. The get-up did actually prevent the fleas of rats from bitng him, which caused the infliction.

We came out wondering why would anyone live in such unsanitary conditions? But evidently, it was better than trying to live outside the city without Royals’ protection. 

Edinburgh is the financial and cultural center of Scotland. The Gothic architectural skyline is impressive leads your eye higher to the  majestic castle peering down upon the city center.

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Edinburgh was lively at night.

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Day 11 — The New Course at St. Andrews

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Steve Brunette hit great drives throughout a memorable round.
By AUGIE FAVAZZA

Steve and I rose at 5 a.m. to leave our apartment in Edinburgh to make sure we had plenty of time to drive 90 minutes to Royal and Ancient St. Andrews Golf Club.

We were among the first golfers to arrive at the New Course starter’s  window.

The sun was also just making an appearance over the horizon of the beach. It was a gorgeous sunrise. There was no wind and temperature was just right for a sweater.

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This photo is a set-up to illustrate the deep pot bunkers. Steve alluded the traps all day.
The starter let us know he could get us off at 7:20 a.m. once we rented clubs. We had to buy golf balls, too. I purchased 3 sleeves, giving me nine, which I hoped would get me through 18  holes. Hopefully,  I would stay clear of the rough’s heavy grouse and heather.

The greens fee was £75 or $100. The clubs were £35. 

Steve is around a 10 handicap. I shoot high 90s and into low 100s when my putting fails me.

We rented pull carts — they call them trolleys– because there is no riding on the hallowed links. I prefer to walk to savor the good shots,  lament the bad and ugly passes on the ball. Walking helps me find the ball, too.

No one was ahead of us and we both hit good drives — Steve as usual a good 30 to 40 yards beyond my tee shot. Steve’s tee shots consistently were 250 yards.

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Pointing out where I planned to put my tee shot.
The fairways were closely mowed. Steve remarked the fairways were like apron areas of American courses. We could tell we were going to get a lot of roll here. My kind of conditions with no water but quite a few deep pot bunkers.

Steve alluded the high-walled traps throughout the extremely enjoyable round. I found greenside pot bunkers only twice. Somehow I escaped, not really knowing how. On the third hole, I barely  lifted the ball up over a 3 foot bunker wall right on the green and made bogey.

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It was a memorable round to smile about.
On the back nine, I was in an even deeper pot bunker. I purposely hit the ball into the wall hoping to find relief behind the trap. However, the top-spin on the ball,  I think,  caused the ball to climb the wall and just off the green. I again made bogey.

The front nine was a bit shorter and easier. The back nine was far more demanding with more blind shots and many par 4 holes measuring near or more than 400 yards . My best shot of the day,  an 8 iron, from 125 yards over a huge hill guarding the green must have hit the hard putting surface and bounced  into the grouse . I then realized I was hitting the ball 15 yards longer with the rental clubs.

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One last look at the Old Course after our round.
We finished this memorable round in 3 1/2 half hours, a good clip. However, on the third tee, a ranger came up to us and exchanged pleasantries and instructed us we needed to pick up the pace.

After he left us, I told Steve the very same warning was given to the foursome I was playing in at the Old Course in 1995.

Steve carded an impressive 79, and I scored a 93, a very good round for me. This round at the birthplace of golf was truly a  highlight of the trip for Steve and me.

Day 9-10-Carnoustie, St. Andrews

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Steve Brunette and I at St. Andrews Old Course.
By AUGIE FAVAZZA, PHOTOS By TERESA FAVAZZA

We pulled into our bed-and-breakfast in Carnoustie around 7 p.m. Our host Phil was cheerfully waiting, saying it was good timing, he was just.gettting ready to sit down with his wife to eat supper.

He showed us to our rooms that look out onto the beautiful Carnoustie Club Golf Links. It was just getting dark,  and Steve and I were amused to see groups of towns men walking on for a few free holes of golf. I thought to myself — now that is a true twilight league.

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View of Carnoustie Golf Links from our bedroom .

Phil asked us if we were golfers and we told him we were. But we could not a secure a tee time in advance.

I still chose this overnight location in hopes we could show up the next morning as walk-ons. It was not to be,  although this was a relaxing and comfortable B & B. experience .

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At breakfast the next morning, we talked with a non-golfing couple from Australia. Always nice to meet people from far away.

Before embarking for a look-see of the famed birth place of golf, the Royal & Ancient Club at St. Andrews, we strolled about the Carnoustie modern pro shop. I expected an older building. It did have a nice observation deck. We watched a foursome tee off from the first hole before meandering down to the beach . There is a lot of parkland adjacent to the courses here. 

We then headed off for St. Andrews, a 90 minute drive.

Steve loves to drive and stayed behind the wheel for the driving portion of our trip. He took nicely to driving to the left side of the road and maneuvering the many  roundabouts.

In the heavily -congested town of St. Andrews he really impressed by parallel parking in one try into a tight spot just a short walk to the historic Royal & Ancient Clubhouse of St..Andrews.There was a tournament in progress, but still many people were walking the spectator path on the right side of  the first hole. 

We went into a visiting center just to the right of the first tee and putting practice area. Steve had gone on line and saw there were no tee times available on any of the six courses while we were in the area.

We asked what was the chances of playing here, anticipating rejection?

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Steve and I pose at the Old Course. Tomorrow we play the New Course!
The young man on the desk said he could give us an 8 a.m. tee time the next morning on the Eden course. Steve had a look on his face as if he died and gone to the first tee in Heaven. Then the young man suggested, ” Better yet, show up early tomorrow morning before 8 at the New Course (the legendary golfer and course designer Tom Morris designed the building of that course in 1895; hence the New Course name as compared to the Old Course that evolved centuries earlier, first with 22 holes and later establishing the standard  18 holes.)

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The remains of the St. Andrews Cathedral
Before leaving the old but bustling town, we walked up to the ruins of the Cathedral that was blown down in a storm — not sure if you would call that a  Nor’easter – and later destroyed in a fire.

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Teresa takes a break from photographing for the blog.
Just up the street we also saw the ruins of the St. Andrews Castle. Just off to the right was a path to the beach. It was extremely low tide reminding me of the tidal basin in the Canadian Maritimes, northeast of Maine.

Day 8 -Glamis Castle, Dewar’s Distillery

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Glamis Castle another striking fortress
By AUGIE FAVAZZA, PHOTOS By TERESA FAVAZZA

We winged it for hotel accommodations last night  and settled for a MacDonald’s Hotel property- not the Golden Arches corporation — in the town of Aviemore.

It was a higher-end hotel, one  of several in the area under the same ownership. We agreed the $200 night B & B rate was fine after finding nothing cheaper. A nearby Italian restaurant was excellent and had good vegetarian items and gluten free choices for Joanie.

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By mid-morning we took off for Aberfeldy , en route to Carnoustie, and stopped at the Dewar’s Distillery. None of us are Scotch drinkers,  but we wanted to see how one of Scotland’s most well-known exports is produced. Dewar’s is America’s favorite Scotch, so documented here, although I thought it was Cutty Sark.

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Dewar’s Scotch ages 12-15 years in wooden casks for additional flavor.
I’ve toured quite a few breweries, and I could see some similarities with the Dewar’s operation. Like the Anheseur Busch Brewery in my hometown St. Louis and Dublin’s Guinness, the production plant was first-class.
It never dawned on me that Scotch can only be produced in Scotland. I will pass that off as a senior moment, two days ahead of my 66th birthday.
The distillery here started by John Dewar in the mid 1800s — he was middle age entrepreneur — produces only a single malt that is blended with other Scotches in Glasgow  for various distinctive tastes before being marketed globally. 

Our handle-bar moustached guide Thomas took us through the 3 stages of production -each time tripling the alcohol content. The three building ingredients are barley, yeast and water piped in underground from Pitilie Burn. There are no hops in the distillery process . In the final stage, Dewar’s Scotch takes 12-15 years to age, stored in wooden casks, bought second-hand from American distilleries because they add flavor to the scotch. Now  bourbon is whiskey produced in the U.S. south. Thomas said during the second stage 20 ℅ of the alcohol is evaporated. That is affectionately known as the Angel’s share.

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We bellied up to the tasting bar, but none of us really tossed back a full shot glass of the assorted Scotch samples.
However, we did more sampling at nearby Highland Chocalatier, prior to arriving at Dewar’s.

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Master-piece of chocolate, The Mona Lisa
The chocolates were great but awfully expensive. We have found that food items in the grocery stores are much cheaper than in the U.S.

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Making our way further toward  the next accommodations in Carnoustie, we found the -Glamis Castle that was the childhood summer home of Queen Elizabeth and a favorite residence of the Queen Mum — Elizabeth Bowes Lyon, who passed away a couple of years ago. She was Queen and wife of King George VI. He was thrust onto the throne when his older brother abdicated the Crown over marriage to American divorcee

This privately-owned castle is still home for several families of nobility. They had hosted a summer-ending ball the evening before. However, the ball event did not interfere with the tourist schedule. I guess old money must make way to new money from the the burgeoning tourist trade.

We marveled at the size of the castle because we saw only one section with additional sections of apartments on both sides. The section we toured seemed to be comparable to interior  square footage of Highclere Castle.

A massive dining room table really caught Teresa’s and Joanie’s attention as well as exhibits of wedding and ball gowns.

We got to see the Queen Mum’s private apartment. It was very small, but we were told she liked it and tried often as possible to be here in the summer months. If Queen Elizabeth pays a visit, it is done quietly .

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Of course, ill-fated Mary Queen of Scots spent summers here . A servant in recent times once saw her spirit praying in the chapel, according to our guide.

One of Mary’s sons studying in London in the Elizabethan age became friends with William Shakespeare. The Bard likely visited Glamis Castle. Our guide commented that Shakespeare often took literary  license and based scenes in the tragic play Macbeth in and around this castle. You may recall the three  witches foretell that Macbeth’s demise would  occur when Birnam Woods comes to Dunsinane Castle. Glamis Castle is surrounded by woods.

Macbeth historically died in battle elsewhere. However, in the play, he dies when MacDuff’s forces advance on castle, camouflaged by foliage fastened to his men’s armor fulfilling the prophecy.

I wondered if the Bard had stood in the very spot I was standing when the guide mentioned the probability that Shakespeare spun Glamis Castle into one of his finest works.

Days 6 -7: Skye, Eilean Donan, Loch Ness

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The Eilean Donan Castle
By AUGIE FAVAZZA, PHOTOS By TERESA FAVAZZA

We explored the town of Skye after breakfast. We had arrived late the previous night and the Kings Arms hotel is not quite to our liking. I woke up in the middle of the night  and thought I was drunk stumbling to the bathroom. But I had only a nightcap of Scotland’s favorite soft drink Iron- Bru. The hotel built in the 1600s had very slanted floors. It did have an excellent view of the North sea.

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We located brightly painted cottages Teresa was seeking for a photo op
There were some very colorful townhomes Teresa had seen in a magazine. We located the row of homes along the harbor. Teresa had hoped to see an entire neighborhood of brightly- painted homes . But it was a tour stop example of a photographer’s artistic hook.

We headed for the nearby  Eilean Donan Castle. Eilean is Gaelic for island and Donan refers to the town. We are on a quest of viewing a variety of castles throughout Scotland,  and this one looked impressive as we drove into the car park. 

We learned the fortress situated where three lochs converge with the North Sea was built by the MacRae clan. Of course, there were other clans trying to take possession of the fortress. But it was the English who destroyed the castle by blowing it up with the very gun powder on site and then took command of the strategic waterway.

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New doormen at the castle
After the English occupation for the next 200 years, the Eilean Donan lay in ruin. In 1912, John MacRae purchased it. Actually, it was his wife’s inheritance that bankrolled the restoration. Steve laughed and quipped that seems to be par for the course, much like in the Downton Abbey saga. MacRae and clerk of the works Farquhar MacRae spent the next 30 years at a cost of today’s equivalent to 50 million pounds to bring the castle to its former glory, finishing in 1932. 

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Teresa and Joanie –ladies not in distress, enjoying the castle
Like so many castles, the current high cost of  maintenance results in commercial property management. Present owners rely on tourist and event revenue, as is the case with Highclere Castle.

The furnishings here were in impeccable condition and more high end compared to Highclere, we thought. However, this was complete restoration that takes away some of the historical appeal.

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Getting on board the Nessie Hunter
Satisfying our castle viewing fix for the day, we went to Loch Ness in search of the creature that is referred to in Gaelic as Eich Uisge  (Water Horse)

We caught the last boat excursion of the day, and the weather was still good and very little wind.

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Captain George Edwards answers my questions
Captain George Edwards was a one-man show picking us up in a small bus at the info bureau and taking us to his boat, the Nessie Hunter.

Leaving the slip and heading out into the 24 mile long loch, he announced he has been sailing here for 5o years, and yes, he has seen the creature and is convinced there are more than one. It is the media that has named the creature Nessie or the Loch Ness monster, not the locals who prefer the Gaelic moniker.

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Teresa noticed right away the darkness of water caused by small particles of peat and great depth
In several places on boat he  has photos he had taken. His photos were taken in 1985 and the most recent 2009. The earlier photo looks more convincing of some type of creature in the water. Captain Edwards reports best sighting time is dawn or dusk. We, of course, were out near dusk. 

He maneuvered his craft toward the far shore reading depth levels of more than several hundred just 10 feet offshore.

Captain George, a HMS coast guard veteran,  lectured about  the depth and the darkness of Loch  Ness which makes it virtually impossible to locate any creature. He has recorded the Loch’s deepest point 800 which bears his name.

We were sitting on the top deck listening him smoothly narrate the legend and the Loch.

Near the end of the 1 hour cruise, I went below to ask a few questions. Captain George has no use for the Discovery Channel which he claimed staged a possible siting a few years for a documentary. 

We talked about fictional films about the Great Sea Horse of Loch Ness.

He laughed when I asked his opinion of the movie on the legendary Loch Ness monster  that starred Ted Danson. Evidently, news of shooting in the area drew so much fan interest and distraction for cast and crew,  the film editor moved the sight elsewhere on the seacoast.

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Captain Edwards took us by the The Loch Ness castle
” If you look closely, my man, there is a scene showing sea weed on the shores . Loch Ness is freshwater — there is no sea weed. ”

At least the movie, I recall showed more than one of the mysterious  creatures. 

Day 5, Stirling, Scotland

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Crowd awaits the opening of the Stirling Castle gate. 



By AUGIE FAVAZZA,  PHOTOS By TERESA FAVAZZA

We spent much of Day 4 flying from London Stansted airport to Edinburgh and it wasn’t a smooth trip. 

We took a long cab ride from the apartment to the airport and there was a lot of traffic delays that led to extra fees for late check-in with not- so- low fare Ryan Air. We overlooked checking in on line the evening before after the excitement of a full day Downton Abbey tour at Highclere Castle.

Renting a car at Avis proved challenging, too. The luxury Mercedes sedan we booked  barely had enough luggage space, the front passenger seat was stuck providing little leg room in the backseat and the GPS system didn’t work. The parking lot attendant was swamped with other customers. We were finally upgraded to a comfortable  Hyundi SUV with all imporant automatic transmission for those tight hilly roads.

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We loved the architecture of town of Stirling. This was the car park entrance.

We loaded the GPS for Stirling Castle, and with the calming and efficient British voice control guiding us through roundabouts, we were at the castle near closing hour. We walked a bit and checked out the town from our high vantage point for a visit the next morning. The town was well appointed with stone churches, hotels and residences. Here was another place Joanie wouldn’t mind living.

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We needed a hotel and found a good one in the Stirling Highland Hotel — a converted Harry Potter-esque schoolhouse built in mid 1800s – in the heart of city center just around the corner from the magnificent Stirling Castle.

The next morning after a leisurely breakfast, we walked to the castle which was just opening with a large group of tourists waiting to get in.

Our admission included Michael, an excellent guide. He chronicled the castle history including the nearby battlefield where William Wallace — Braveheart — led the Highlanders over the England’s Edward I in the Battle of Stirling Bridge in 1297. We agreed we should re-watch the movie Braveheart now that we have a better understanding of the Scots long and many struggles for independence from England.

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Our guide Michael.
I didn’t get around to asking our guide Michael what he thought of Aussie Mel Gibson in the heroic title role. We thoroughly enjoyed his  crisp accent and stirring  commentary. He detailed the conversion of the castle’s Great Hall, into Army barracks for 1,000 soldiers when British won and controlled from 1800 to 1964. Soldiers from this Highland fortress wound up fighting all over the world including the Boar War in 1899-1902.

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Story-telling tapestry in the palace. The unicorn represents Jesus Christ.
Stirling Castle was the site of many coronations. Mary Queen of Scots was crowned at Stirling Castle in 1543 as an infant. Her son, Sottish King James VI, became James I of England with the death of Queen Elizabeth I in 1603 and moved to London leaving Stirling Castle to fall into disrepair.

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Current Queen Elizabeth approved the restoration  of  Stirling Castle to its royal pinnacle status before the English conversion to a military installation.This included restoring a magnificent Scottish oak roof that looks like an inverted hull of a ship secured only by huge wooden pegs. It must have been an even more astounding engineering feat the first time around in Medieval times.

We had spent several hours at Stirling and then drove along the shores of Loch Lomond to our next overnight stay in the town of Skye.