Our stay in Penrith was absolutely gorgeous. We drove up to Scotland for a day and visited the picturesque Caerlaverock Castle complete with moat. Though it lay in partial ruin, I think that was part of its glorious beauty. A peek into the past without any modern interpretation or exit signs everywhere. The birds now nested in crevices and corners in a home once so grand it housed prominent Lords and Ladies while they dined on lavish feasts. Caerlaverock left some to the imagination, and mine, of course, went wild.
We have been to several natural history museums and things that date thousands of years ago, but even a 13th century castle seems like it has been standing much longer than I can even begin to fathom.
For a girl who has primarily traveled the “new world” anything more than a few hundred years old is pretty impressive. (I know…wait until I get to Rome)
I am starting to get used to driving on the left. I might venture to say I am almost a pro…and then I get on what I would call a one lane windy road that allows traffic in both directions, where the posted speed limit is 60 m.p.h. Ha! Go ahead…pass me.
I was just about to settle into this routine…until after an 8 hour journey to Ireland, I realized I had no clothes…
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