East side of Edinburgh Castle |
Glowering down on Edinburgh like
an old Scottish Lord sits the formidable fortress of Edinburgh Castle. Seemingly growing out of a massive mountain
of solid granite, the Castle commands unquestioning respect by its sheer size
and bulk. It would give any potential invading army reason to think twice about
scaling its sheer cliffs and walls only to stare down the barrel of one of the
biggest cannons every made.
Mons Meg |
The cannon balls weigh 300 pounds apiece! |
It isn’t known when the castle first appeared on the “rock”, however archaeological evidence shows that it has been continually occupied since the Bronze Age. That isn’t surprising given its defensive vantage point. From the castle walls, you can see for miles in every direction plus there’s a breathtaking view of the bay, the Firth of Forth, where foreign ships could be spotted in plenty of time to sound an alarm. The first documented evidence of an existing Castle was in the 9th century and was used as a royal residence as well as a fortress, much like the Tower of London.
View from the Castle facing the Firth of Forth (the bay) in the distance. |
Statue of Braveheart (Sir William Wallace) at the front gate. |
King Robert the Bruce is on the other side. |
The oldest building within the
Castle walls is St. Margaret’s Chapel.
Margaret had been the wife of King Malcolm III and was known for her
devout faith. Its tiny interior is austere, yet somehow made comfortable by the
soft light and color provided by small stained glass windows, perfect for
contemplation.
St. Margaret's Chapel, the oldest building in the Castle |
The most notable royal
residents of the Castle was Mary Queen of Scots. After her insanely jealous husband, Lord
Henry Stewart Darnley had her Italian secretary stabbed 60 times while he vainly
tried to cling to the very pregnant Mary’s skirts in Holyroodhouse Palace, she
fled to the Castle for protection. There
she gave birth to her son, James VI of Scotland who would eventually succeed to
the English throne after the death of Elizabeth I to become James I of England.
Since this was my second time
visiting the Castle (first time in 2009), I spent more time exploring the Royal
Palace. A surprising discovery was the
room where Mary’s little future king was born. It is a small space,
partitioned off from a somewhat larger room containing the fireplace. It has
beautiful wood wainscoting topped with hand painted decorations and is softly
lit by an expansive window. The setting was intimate and comforting in a
time that should have been a joy, but one that I am sure was also mixed with
fear. I felt awed and at the same time privileged to be in the same spot where
a king was born and because of the pristine condition of the interior, it seemed as if it could have happened yesterday.
Royal Crest over the fireplace in Mary's quarters. |
The Royal partition separating the main room from the birthing chamber. |
Room where King James VI was born, June 19, 1566. |
Dense rain clouds that had
been nothing but a brooding presence up until now suddenly released its cargo
by the buckets cutting my visit to the Castle short. It wasn’t the gentle
Scottish rain I had known on my last trip either. Droplets the size of dimes
pounded down to earth so hard they bounced a foot off the pavement. By the time I made it back to my hotel,
thunder and lightning split the sky in a royal storm and lasted all afternoon
and into the evening. Needless to say, I stayed in the rest of the day and
watched “Shaun the Sheep” cartoons on the BBC.
Holyroodhouse Palace
The next day was clear and
cold so I headed to my very favorite place in Edinburgh, Holyroodhouse Palace.
I learned last time that there had been an Augustine Abbey on the Palace
grounds since 1128 called Holyrood Abbey (Holy Cross). And like all good
Abbeys, it provided a guest house (Holyroodhouse) for its distinguished guests
(mostly Scottish Royalty) until around 1500 when James IV (Mary Queen of Scots
grandfather) replaced the guest house with a proper Palace. It was eventually
burned down by England’s Cromwell who then rebuilt it, but Charles II in 1671
tore down Cromwell’s version, rebuilding it to look much like it does today.
Holyroodhouse Palace |
Ruins of Holyrood Abbey. |
Holyrood Abbey and the grounds behind the Palace. |
A Stewart Palace
I am a Stewart on my mother’s side but I’d
never known exactly what it meant to be a “Stewart” until I began to tour
Holyroodhouse Palace. From the huge painting of King George IV in full Royal
Stewart regalia in the dining room to the Great Hall decorated with the paintings of all the
Stewart kings did it begin
to dawn on me that Holyroodhouse was a Stewart Palace! It was Mary Queen of Scots , having been raised in
France, who changed the spelling of “Stewart” to the French spelling of
“Stuart”, but otherwise it was the same clan and family. Always made to feel
that the “Stewarts” were the poor relations of the family (or non-royal), I practically
swelled to twice my size in pride!
Painting of King George IV in full Stewart Regalia. |
With all the stately and elegant trappings of the
Palace, it was the Palace grounds I loved the best. I had the whole place to
myself as I wandered on the winding paths lined with flowers and plate sized
hydrangeas. Maybe it was because I could imagine the likes of Lady Di and Queen Elizabeth II
walking on these same paths that made them so special.
Haggis and Home
That night several of us went to a dinner and
stage show which was advertized to include “typical historic Scottish tunes and
melodies with a demonstration of Scottish singing and dancing and the
Addressing of the Haggis.” I should have known the minute I saw the sea of
silver hair in the audience that we were not going to get the kilt kicking
Scottish party as I’d hoped, but a combination of a syrupy Lawrence Welk sing-a-long and a bad Las Vegas lounge show, but thankfully the
Address of the Haggis saved the evening.
Now, haggis, if you haven’t heard, is ground up
and seasoned sheep’s organs stuffed into the sheep’s own stomach and
cooked. A traditional and ancient Scottish dish, it's an acquired taste. If you don’t like the taste of
liver, you are out of luck. Even Robert Burns, Scotland’s own poet, described
it as “gushing entrails—warm-reekin’, rich!” The ceremonial serving of it goes
like this: an honored guest, it is "ceremonially piped" (escorted in by manly men in skirts playing bagpipes) to the
table where it is “addressed” by reading Burn’s extremely funny poem, “Address of the Haggis”.
Then it is crudely stabbed and served with “neeps” (mashed turnips) and
“tatties” (mashed potatoes). I don’t like liver, tongue or various other parts
of an animal, but I did get a few bites down because it was pleasantly
seasoned, but unfortunately, the liver taste couldn’t be completely masked.
Sean was smart and didn’t try it. It may have been a relative after all!
Sean didn't try the haggis. He said it didn't look very appetizing. |
Time to say “See you later!”
On the last night of our tour we had a farewell dinner at the
hotel. We were piped in by a burly Scot in royal Stewart plaid and served, you
guessed it, haggis. Everyone who had caught Sean mania brought their wooly
sheep and lambs and we sang Auld Lang Syne, lyrics by none other than“Rabbie”
Burns. I’ve never been sure what the title of the song meant, however the
intent is clear--friends should not be forgotten. I’d made so many good friends
on this trip and I will miss them dearly, but I will never forget them. So here’s
to you, fellow travelers of the England, Scotland and Wales tour of 2012—I’ll see
you later!
Should
old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
Should
old acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne?
For
auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
We'll
take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
And
surely you'll buy your pint cup! And surely I'll buy mine!
And
we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
We
two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine.
But
we've wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne.
We
two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun til dine.
But
seas between us have roared, since auld lang syne.
And
there's a hand my trusty friend!
And
give us a hand o' thine!
And
we'll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne.
English version
(Auld lang syne means something like "old times sake" or "old long since".)
(Auld lang syne means something like "old times sake" or "old long since".)
Our wonderful tour guide, Anita and Sean. |
NEXT TIME: In May I'm touring the historic parts of Charleston, Savannah, Jekyll Island and on down the coast to St. Augustine, Florida. I've always wanted to see this part of the country, especially after I read "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" by John Berendt. Be sure and read it if you can in the meantime. (It is the book and not the movie that makes you want to see the beautiful homes and courtyards of Savannah.) Until then, Happy Traveling!
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