The Last Castle

While being confused by Google maps last night, we discovered that Stirling Castle was above us and an easy walk away. 

We decided to do the tour, which was an excellent choice as the tour guide was fazza (sorry, I just drifted off to the 70s for a moment - fazza = fantastic). 

Two hours of castle walking and it was a quick retreat down to our accommodation, a hastily made peanut butter sandwich and then a drive to find out about the Battle of Bannockburn and why the Scottish hate the English. Even though I'm on holidays I am learning (I even got an English history question right on the Chaser last night that the fat smart guy didn't know.

Back in the car and off to the other side of town to the William Wallace monument. A ten minute uphill walk was greeted with 246 mainly spiral stairs up to the top. I just want to know how they built it, but that info does not exist. Back down the stairs,  246 I think, and possibly our last scone session for the holiday.

Home for some food and then the strangest thing happened. Seems like we just purchased tickets to see The Boss in Austin Texas next February. I guess I'm not quitting work yet.