My man had a birthday. And he took us to Scotland to celebrate.
The stories, oh, the stories.
The massacre of Glencoe. The battle of Killiecrankie. The true meaning of The Bonnie banks of Loch Lomond that our tour guide Dan told us with his beautiful lilting brogue...
The people are the warmest, friendliest, truest people. And when they talk, you feel instantly as though you are hearing the language sung rather than spoken. I felt at home at once. And I even liked Haggis.
Here is a big, fat, juicy slideshow of our trip. I'm not kidding - it takes a while to watch, so if you have the time, lovely, if not be warned.
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I've said this in a million ways & places already, but I love it. All of it. Fling indeed, baby, straight to the sky.
I love Scotland...and their accents are so sing-song...
much love
Love the piccies Anne! They're GREAT! I feel as though I was with you, not just looking at the usual tourist shots! Beautiful. Glad you all had a wonderful time! Next time - come visit Australia, k!?
Och! That's guid!
LOVE. I lived in Ireland and spent some time in London, but never made it to Scotland.
I really want to get back to that side of the pond. Love your pics.
Beautiful!!! And can I just say that every pic I saw you in, you looked more gorgeous than ever. Scotland obviously suits you. :)
loved it! thanks for sharing!
Annie, just magnificent. I've looked at the photos so many times I've lost count. Seeing your family, the beauty of Scotland, your excellent photos - Charley was so brilliant to want this for his birthday.
Thanks for the memories.
looks like you had a wonderful time.
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