tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786458880425650812024-03-13T21:24:46.584-07:00BOUND FOR SCOTLANDJoin me on the journey of my dreams!Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497285193094026173noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478645888042565081.post-76396147584924552142017-03-12T15:23:00.000-07:002017-03-12T15:48:36.032-07:00Flying home but not without a hitch! <br />
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We arrived at the airport where Bobby dropped us all off. He then proceeded to Enterprise to turn in the van and get a taxi ride back to the airport.<br />
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While he was gone we checked in our luggage. We were relieved that each piece we checked in did not exceed the 50 lb. limit. We had spent quite a lot of time reshuffling things to make that happen. (Which would prove to set me up for a delimma)</div>
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Hung out with Maridith and the boys while we waited for Bobby to return. They were to leave around 4pm. A few hours after our flight.</div>
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I think the look on my face is pretty transparent. It was time to say goodbye! It was something I had resigned myself to. Though reluctantly. After our last lingering hugs, my husband and I made our way to security. </div>
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My backpack didn't make it through the first scan. I thought, "Oh well, nothing to worry about." After the second scan, they began asking me questions about the contents. Especially the box full of books. Bobby has thought he would mail it home but reconsidered after we found out how much it would cost. We decided that I would bring it home with me in my suitcase. Now this wouldn't have been a problem, IF I had left it in my suitcase. But remember the reshuffling I mentioned that I had done to keep my suitcase within the 50 lb. limit? I had taken that box out and put it in my backpack instead.</div>
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What I had failed to remember was that Bobby had put a knife in with those books that he wanted to give to a friend back home. I had totally forgotten about that! If Bobby had of known that I had put the box in my backpack, he could have warned me about the knife. However, I never told him!</div>
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The security people proceeded to take my passport and boarding pass. And directed me to sit on a bench and wait for the police to come and open the box. Bob waited awhile with me before the police came. He waited for as long as he dared. Finally, we decided that he needed to go on to the gate to explain why I wasn't there. (Though the police assured me that I wouldn't miss my flight!) I felt frightened, alone and abandoned.</div>
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I waited and waited. I sat on that bench praying like I had never prayed before. Pleading with God that I wouldn't miss my flight and that He would keep me from panicking. The whole time I sat there, I never remembered about the knife. </div>
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At last the police arrived and unpack the box in front of me. When they pulled out the knife, the shock on my face must have convinced them of my innocence. They concluded that it was an oversight on my part. Of course, they confiscated the knife. They returned my precious passport and boarding pass. </div>
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I fairly flew to my gate. All the passengers, except me, had boarded the plane. Bob had explained to the gate attendants what had happened. </div>
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The plane was to leave at 12:05 and it was about 11:47 by the time I got to my gate. Unbeknownst to me those police were trailing me the whole time. I was so focused on following the directions to my gate that I didn't have time to worry about if I was being followed or not. </div>
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The attendants were super helpful and assured us the plane wasn't going to leave without us. And they were right. But we were the last ones on the plane. I have to say that of all the predicaments my children have gotten me into, this was at the top of the list to date.<br />
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But if you were to ask me if my dream trip to Scotland was worth all this trauma? I would reply, "Oh yes, and then some!" But I don't want to ever go through something like this again!<br />
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<br />Janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04497285193094026173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-478645888042565081.post-30414193580134944222017-02-28T15:17:00.000-08:002017-02-28T15:17:02.721-08:00 I am so glad we had this time together!<div style="text-align: center;">
8-24-15 Monday morning</div>
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After breakfast and a round of picture taking, Marcus arrived to take us to his house. The plan was to leave for the airport after bidding farewell to the Wadsworth's, Marcus and his family.</div>
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When it came time to say our final farewells, my heart certainly wasn't in it. I left our new friends, who felt like old friends, accepting the reality that all good things at some point have to end. But I left part of my heart there, especially in Larkhall. Sam and Francis will be our forever friends!</div>
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It takes about an hour to drive from Larkhall to Edinburgh! Driving through the countryside I tried to absorb all the beauty of Scotland that I could. The logistics of our plan was to turn in the van to Enterprise, pick up the luggage they so graciously had kept for us, then get a taxi to take us to the airport. </div>
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All that was left to do was to say goodbye to each other. Or so I thought! My last moments in Scotland would prove to be more unforgettable than I could have imagined. Tell you all about it next post!!!!</div>
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After a short rest at the Manse, it was time to walk next door for the evening service. Bobby brought Shep over and Sarah brought out the legos for Shep to play with. Bobby proceeded over to the church which was only next door to prepare for the evening service. </div>
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As with Bob and I, Stuart would first interview Bobby & Maridith then Bobby would preach. I am always impressed to hear Bobby & Maridith's testimonies about their call to missions. I understand so much better now that when God calls you to something, He equips you to carry out that call. I see the wisdom of that borne out whenever I have the privilege of listening to my son and daughter in law as they describe the life they live.</div>
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Bobby's sermon was based on taking God's Word to Judea, Samaria, and to the ends of the earth (Acts 1:8). His questions was, "Where do you serve?" A question we all need to ask ourselves, I think!</div>
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We lingered around after church saying our farewell's to our Larkhall Baptist church friends. This wasn't very easy for me. While I was glad to be heading back to America, and my home on the farm, the desire to remain in Scotland pulled at my heart.</div>
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But the preparations of packing had to be made. Returning to the manse, I spent the next few hours repacking our suitcases. It soon became all to apparent that if I was going to pack all the souvenirs I had bought, I had to leave some of my clothing and articles behind. (had to keep each bag at 50 lbs. or lower)</div>
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After the feat of packing was complete, I went downstairs to enjoy a time of food and fellowship with the Wadsworth's and several of their close friends. It was just one more reminder of the common bond that exists between Christian's. No matter where in the world we gather, our friendship and fellowship is instant and oh so sweet!</div>
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I noticed that I had lost a charm from my bracelet while at the table. My daughter had given me the charm and I really hated to loose it. Fortunately, it was discovered lying on the floor in the living room. We had gathered there to watch a Scottish comedian on tv (sorry, don't remember his name. But he was funny) and it was found on the floor by the sofa. (Alas, it was lost once more after I returned home. This time for good :( </div>
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Ruth and I both favored the works of Jan Karon. Her work, The Mitford Series held prominence in our libraries. So you can imagine the tug at my heart when Sarah asked me to choose a book from that series for my own. I chose the first one, At Home in Mitford. Here it sits in it's new home on my bookshelf. I shared mine and Ruth's story on Jan Karon's Facebook page along with these photos. </div>
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I was thrilled that Kate right after hearing my testimony about fiery darts, ordered a Kindle copy of my book, Fiery Darts: Satan's Weapon of Choice, as did a few others at Larkhall. My heart's desire is that God will place this book in the hands of other's who like me have allowed negative thoughts to rule their thinking. The following verse explains my motivation:</div>
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Lunch with Kate and Marcos was the icing on the cake for me after visiting Larkhall. My family, the Wadsworths, and Ms. Dorothy, Kate's 91 year old mum gathered around this lovely table for the sweetest of fellowship and a delicious meal. </div>
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Ham, roast beef, couscous, potato salad, lettuce salad, natural beats, lemon cream cheese, a trifle, and mixed fruit graced the table before us. I ate and enjoyed every dish.! And I wasn't the only one. Kate is a fabulous cook!<br />
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Kate's mum, Ms Dorothy, was a delightful lady. She encouraged my heart as she shared her travels with me. I was encouraged because she, like me, followed her son to another continent in some of those travels. And also like me, she was in her golden years as she trotted around the globe. Knowing she accomplished all this traveling as an older lady, gives me much cause to hope that I can do the same. </div>
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We stood there in silence for awhile, each lost in our own memories of this beautiful lady. This was not how I wanted to greet Ruth. Being here at this spot for this reason was the only part of my dream that wasn't fulfilled. Sometimes God's will is beyond our understanding. In those times we just have to accept it! This was one of those times for me. </div>
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There I was sitting in the church with all that was familiar to Ruth about me. I was a bit overwhelmed by the reality of it all. Ruth had described this church to me on several occasions via her email and later by her Fb posts. I was a contradiction of emotions! Happy beyond words to be there, but feeling a deep sadness because Ruth wasn't. <i>(If you remember, Ruth had passed away from cancer in the fall of 2014. We had been e-pal friends for about 10 years)</i></div>
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Then as is the custom at Larkhall, the children were dismissed to their own worship service. I felt very comfortable for they conducted their service much as Faith did back home. Contemporary choruses were sung, being read from words placed on the big screen (you can see the screen behind me in the above photo) I can't say I was familiar with the songs but they were beautiful. </div>
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The order of service for that day was to conduct a brief interview with Bob and I, then Bob would speak. Bob spoke for 15 minutes! Don't remember him ever being that brief😄</div>
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Stuart introduced me as the only friend of Ruth's that he had never met. But Ruth had told him about me and of my dream to come to Scotland. </div>
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I have included the audio of that interview. I was pleased to be able to share how Ruth and I became friends, and of my family, and about my book, Fiery Darts. <i>(Please let me know if you are not able to open the audio link above)</i></div>
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After the worship service, we gathered in the fellowship hall for tea and coffee with cookies. Just like the previous churches we had visited. The fellowship was warm and friendly. Because of the bond we share in Christ, we felt like lifelong friends immediately. No matter where I have gone in the world, this is the way it goes when I meet fellow brother's and sister's in Christ.</div>
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We left for the ferry a little earlier than planned. Reason being, Bobby was going to have to drive to Edinburgh as soon as we arrived in Larkhall in order to pick up Maridith's computer. (She was having it repaired at the Apple store there) So instead of arriving around 2:30 has originally planned, we arrived at 10:30. We didn't get to leave on the 10:30 ferry, but were able to leave on the 11:30 one. This gave us a little time to grab a bite to eat in a nearby coffee shop. </div>
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I simply love riding the ferry. It reminded me of the ferry I rode crossing the English channel 20 years ago with my daughters.(Doesn't seem it was that long ago!) We had taken a European trip with a group from Munford High School for a combined senior trip for Kathy, and Rachel (who was a high school freshman at the time)! Each trip was uniquely filled with memories that I draw from time and time again.</div>
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Eventually, a taxi arrived to take us to the restaurant where we met Bobby & Marcus (who had showed up first) then Kate. We laughed and visited with each other as if we had been life long friends. The servers were as fascinated by our accents as we were theirs. All in all, we packed memories in abundance of that precious time. </div>
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I spent the rest of the evening preparing thoughts that I would share the next day in Stuart's church. Stuart had invited all of us to speak. I was deeply touched that Stuart was giving me an opportunity to share some personal thoughts about Ruth and about my book, Fiery Darts: Satan's Weapon of Choice.This was one of those times (and I had known many of them on this trip) when my cup was running over. </div>
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We spent a full and memorable weekend in Larkhall. I will share more next time!</div>
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As I was reading over my journal, I came upon an entry that I should have posted at the end of my last post. So I will share it here, but connect it to November 23rd post.<br />
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As Bobby and I were 'strolling in the gloaming' the evening prior to our departure, we agreed that Scotland, especially Arran, was more beautiful than we could have imagined. While we slowly walked the path leading away from our cottage, I recalled how earlier in the week, as I was walking this very same path, I had met a young man named Robbie who was working on his home, and engaged him in a conversation. He told me how much he loved living on Arran, and described it as a very safe place to live–especially for children. "It's sort of like a place that's not been contaminated by the current horribleness of the world," he said.</blockquote>
In sharing with Bobby the young man's description of this dreamy island, we both agreed it could have been the setting for Brigadoon. Separated from the rest of the world and not contaminated by it.<br />
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Well, as they say, "All good things must come to an end."<br />
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Scotland, especially Arran, exceeded my expectations. Her cool but pleasant climate, her warm, friendly, gracious, and hospitable people, her spectacular pastoral landscapes, her gentle and peaceful pace of life made it hard to leave. But as wonderful as all that was, she was not My Home. America, Quito, TN is my home and where I belong. I was ready to go home! Nevertheless, making this trip to Scotland was the fulfillment of a dream. One that I will thank God for the rest of my days.<br />
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However, there was one more trip to make. We drove to the ferry, boarded and set out in the direction of Larkhall. We were eager to return there for one last visit with Kate, Marcos, the Wadsworths, and Sam & Francis before returning to the States.<br />
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In all likelihood, my passion for all things Scottish was somewhat influenced by this movie. There's a beautiful song sung by Gene Kelly & Cyd Charisse titled, Heather on the Hill (If you are interested in hearing it, just go to You Tube and type in the song's title) that came to my mind on this last day in Arran.</div>
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We left Croc Cottage by 9:30 with plans in mind to visit Brodick Castle. Which we did, as you can see from these pictures.</div>
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scotland"><span style="color: #092f9d; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Scotland</span></a>. It was
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We left the castle and made one more stop at a rustic museum and while Sheperd played we enjoyed a tasty picnic at the tables provided. </div>
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Now we piled into the van, and embarked upon our last drive around the island. And here is where I finally saw the heather on the hill! August turned out to be a good time to see the heather in bloom.</div>
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It was a lazy rainy day on the Isle of Arran. We were tucked into our cozy little cottage, enjoying the ambience of the comforting fireplace. But rain in Scotland is unlike the rain we experience in the States. Accompanying rain in the States is usually thundering and lighting, but here in Scotland the dark clouds just simply let go of their rain without much ado. And the rain may only last for a short while, then people spill out of their dwellings and carry on with their adventures. And some may not be deterred by the rain at all. </div>
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Today was another serenely beautiful day on Scotland's Isle of Arran. Bobby, having recently discovered the allurement of fly fishing, set out to practice his newly formed skills on some unsuspecting trout in Loch Garbad. (pictured below)<br />
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And catch it, he did! A sleek and shiny 13" Rainbow trout. He had spotted it when he first got to the loch and determined he was going to catch it. But he fished and fished,yet, caught nothing. Then right before he left he saw it again and made a final attempt–with success!<br />
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It had been decided that when Bobby returned we would go down to a little park we had spotted earlier for a picnic. But until then, we three enjoyed a leisurely morning. Maridith and Sheperd strolled down to the village for some mother and son time. Bob caught up on his sleep, and I got caught up on my journaling. About mid-morning, I put Roscoe down for his morning nap and began straightening up the cottage and preparing for our picnic. Bob, in the meantime, had stirred and appeased me by building up the fire. Peace reigned supreme!<br />
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Around 11:30 am, Bobby returned with a story to tell about his fishing trophy. After the fishing story was shared, along with the beautiful pictures he took, we packed up the van with our picnic supplies and set out to find Maridith and Sheperd. We found them admiring the boats in Lamlesh Bay.<br />
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For some reason that remained elusive, Sheperd became somewhat agitated and we never were able to settle him down. I suspect that with all the preparation, Mommy and Daddy were in an out of Sheperd's sight and since he wasnt quite use to his new found grandparents, it was hard for him to feel settled and secure. We attempted our picnic, which was supplied with items from the nearby grocery store. We switched to another playground in the hopes Sheperd would feel better but it didn't really make much of a difference. Since it was so close to nap time, we felt the cure for his dilemma would be a good rest. So, Bob and I finished our picnic while Bobby & Maridith (with Roscoe in tow) took Sheperd back to the cottage.<br />
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When we returned, Bobby, Shep, (his nap had done wonders for him) Roscoe & I set out for a walk down by the stream near our cottage. The idea was for me to carry Roscoe but soon he fell asleep. So I carried him back and put him to bed.<br />
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I grabbed two lawn chairs (not sure why 2 because I was the only one who used them) With his fishing rod in hand, our little band walked down to the stream. Bobby's adventuresome streak flavors his parenting, I think! For he allows Shep to do things that make me a little nervous. Like allowing Shep to walk with his dad a little too close to the edge of the bank (which dropped off about 3'). But I'm sure Shep will benefit in more ways than not by a looser rein in matters such as these.<br />
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The last part of the trek was downriver and under a bridge. At that point wading became the focus and eventually Bobby stripped Shep of his shirt and holding Shep by his hands dipped him into the water. He squealed with delight, saying, "I jump Nammy".<br />
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I got my own wading in, for I can't ever resist a clear running stream,(Just a head picture, but trust me my feet were in the water) then we strolled on back to the cottage. Maridith had a delicious pasta dish for dinner waiting for us. (bless this woman) <br />
Afterwards, while the others watched a Sean Connery documentary on tv (rather fitting, don't you think, to be watching this famous Scotsman on tv while in Scotland), I took my pleasantly tired body to bed. (Perhaps I dreamed of Sean Connery? It could happen in such a setting!)<br />
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Before we had exhausted our enjoyment of the highlands of Arran, suddenly this vast expanse of water loomed up before us. What they say about Arran being Scotland in miniature, we found to be true in every respect. <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>(Notice the purple thistle in the foreground of the above photo. This history of this Scottish emblem is fascinating. Just click on the link under the picture below.)</i></span></div>
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We closed out our Sunday while sipping on tea, snuggling up to the cozy fire, and enjoying pleasant conversation. Birds sang, crickets chirped, casting a spell of dreaminess over our sweet little cottage. Sleep came easily in such a place. <br />
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Unfortunately, by the next morning Bob was feeling a bit under the weather and chose to remain at the cottage. Bobby, Maridith, the boys and myself meanwhile gathered the necessary items for an explore. The island is small, so a days drive would reveal much of God's artistry in a short amount of time.<br />
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It was a startling experience to drive over the island of Arran and find ourselves on roads that wound in and around mountains! I have been on an island before but it did not have mountains. Just seems to me like you aught to have vast expanses of land to have room for mountains, however, not so on Arran. But after all they do refer to Arran as Scotland in minature.<br />
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Just some pictorial previews for today's post. The date is August 16, and Bobby and I, along with Shep, are planning on going to church. Bob, Maridith, & Roscoe are having a much needed sleep in. We hopped into the van and set out for a Lamlash excursion and to attend services at Lamlash Church of Scotland. <br />
Services started at 11:30, so we left a bit early to have time to walk around the village and drop by one of Shep's favorite spots–the playground. He never gets enough of playground fun!<br />
We first walked down to the rocky beach. There was a man standing nearby throwing rocks into the water. I noticed my little man stood still, gazing at this man. Next, he bent down, picked up a rock and threw it into the water. Our friendly stranger not being aware of the silent instruction he had just given my grandson!<br />
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The breeze was gentle and cool, making me glad I had worn my shawl. I pulled my shawl tightly around me, listening to the quiet, lazy waves lapping upon the beach, basking in this moment my son, grandson, and I were enjoying together.<br />
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Our next stroll found us heading toward the church being lulled along the way by the strands of Amazing Grace emerging from the church's bell tower. (I did make a video of those lovely bells, but sad to say they were accidentally deleted from my phone before I had the good sense to transfer them to my computer)<br />
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We said farewell to our new friends who had become like family, gratified that we would return in a week for one last visit with them before leaving Scotland.<br />
The drive through the lush green countryside was a feast of beautiful images of stoned lined pastures filled with sheep, cows, and even horses. Of course, this being Scotland, sheep outnumbered the cows, and I had to look quick to see the horses, but there were there and I was pleased. Rural cottages dotted the landscape, a matching counterpart to the peaceful pastoral scenes we were privileged to gaze upon as we made our way to Arran.<br />
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There she is, Arran, and wouldn't you know it a castle!</h4>
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It was time to bid farewell to the two families who had hosted us while in Larkhall. How is it possible that such a short acquaintance could produce a friendship that felt as comfortable as if we had known each other all our lives? Being bound together in Christ explains this beautiful phenomenon! For we are members of the same family, the family of God!<br />
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Driving through the lush green countryside of Ayrshire, as we made our way to board the ferry that would carry us to Arran, was as pleasant as this country gal could have ever imagined. Sheep and cows grazed peacefully in the pastures lined with stone fences, and now and then, my eyes would delight in seeing horses among them. I never quite got over the dreamy reality of my presence here. </div>
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Eventually, we came to the coast where we were to board the ferry that would transport us to Arran. Bobby chose this location because in visiting Arran it would be like experiencing Scotland in miniature. Therefore, in just a few days, we would travel through the highlands and lowlands which divides Arran, just as if we were on the mainland of Scotland. Perfect!</div>
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This internet photograph was my first glimpse of the charming little cottage where we were to spend our blissful time on Arran. I can tell you the heart of this country gal was a bit overwhelmed by this photo. I couldn't imagine that such a place existed. But it did! And when we finally reached this little bit of heaven on earth, I was wonderfully overwhelmed all over again!</div>
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Croc Cottage is tucked away at the end of a lazy little path of a road. It does have a smaller cottage directly behind it, but as it was inhabited only by the owner of the properties, it afforded all the seclusion we could have desired. </div>
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We pulled in behind the cottage, and upon entering we discovered a compact kitchen complete with all the necessary appliances; even a washer/dryer combo (never seen such a thing until I came to Scotland). The dining area, along with a roomy table, provided a buffet laden with plates, cups, drinking glasses, and silverware. There was nothing to add that a trip to the local grocery store wouldn't provide.</div>
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Off the hall that divided the living area from the dining area, was the singular bathroom containing a shower. All we had to do was plan ahead to accommodate shower schedules-no problem! Before entering the living room, we climbed the stairs to see the bedrooms. On either side were two more than adequate size bedrooms (one with a kingsize bed and the other with a queen size bed), each with a window to gaze from. Between them was a cozy little bedroom where Shep would sleep. </div>
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But the snug little living room held the sweetest surprise of all; a comfy fireplace ladened with a good supply of wood. And in addition to this aged charm, we even enjoyed the pleasant convenience of modern day tv and wifi! Indeed, our cup was full and running over!</div>
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We moved in and happily settled into the dreamy coziness of our homy little cottage. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> As I stood there spellbound listening to the various piper bands, taking in the diverse colors of the tartans, and all the accoutrements that made up the highland dress, something stirred deep within me. Can't explain why; it just happens!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Did you know there was a time when it was illegal for the highlanders to wear their tartan's? It was after the Battle at Culloden in 1746 where Bonnie Prince Charlie (who was desperate to put the Stuart's back on the throne) and his Jacobite (clans of the Highlands) supporters were finally routed by the royal army of England. After that the Dress Act 1746 was instituted to punish the highlanders who had supported Charles. However, it was repealed in 1782.</span></div>
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The sporran (a Gaelic word for purse) is a pouch that functioned as a pocket since the kilt had no pockets. It is attached with a leather strap or chain.</div>
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The ghillie brogues are traditional thick soled shoes with no tongues and long laces. Why? The laces wrapped & tied above the ankles kept them from getting pulled off in the mud. No tongues so the wearers feet could dry more quickly in the damp Scottish weather. BTW, a ghillie is a traditional Scottish gamekeeper and outdoorsman. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> The piper competition concluded close to lunch time and since no one was interested in breaking up the company just yet, we walked over to a pub/restaurant nearby to continue our visit. At this pub people were just standing up to the bar while they chatted and drank. There were a few tall tables nearby that served the same purpose as the bar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Sarah scouted for a table for us. Fish and chips were ordered while Francis and I ordered a jacketed potato (that's a baked potato) with chili. Just a good ole American meal as far as I was concerned. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Well, we finally had to part and Bob, Sarah, and I decided we would take the bus tour after all. The double decker bus was opened at the top and we first opted to take a seat in the rear. Yet, after we fought the chilly wind, we decided we needed to move up front to the covered area. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Glasgow isn't as clean cut looking as American cities. I suppose it is due to the fact that some buildings are quite old and still bore the smog stains of earlier days. Glasgow has made a successful effort in cleaning things up though. There isn't as much consistency of architecture since you have a mixture of buildings from the 1800's and even a couple from the 15th century, right along with modern buildings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I found it wasn't fair to compare Glasgow or Edinburgh to cities here in the U.S. These cities have a character unique to their long, long history, and that only led to their charm, in my opinion. Being tired and a bit cold, we left the tour early and got on the commuter train to return to Larkhall. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We arrived back and enjoyed a lovely fellowship with a couple who were close friends of the Wadsworth's, Steve and Evon. They were former missionaries with Pioneer Missions who now lived in Larkhall and were close friends of the Wadsworth's. As it turned out they had studied at the same language school in Paris as Bobby & Maridith. Small world, right!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Shared a tasty Scottish meal of haggis, with mashed potatoes, turnips, and gravy and afterwards packed up to leave the next morning. It is good to know that we will return here after our visit to the Isle of Arran, for Larkhall had become 'home' to us.</span></div>
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Perhaps, like me, you knew nothing about St. George's Square? Therefore for your benefit (and mine) here's a bit of history that explains the significance of the place.<br />
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George Square is the principal civic square in the city of Glasgow. It is named after King George III (king of Great Britain and Ireland from 1760-1801, and the infamous king who provoked the Boston Tea Party and eventually the American Revolution). The square was laid out in 1781 and is the home today of the Glasgow City Council. It boasts an important collection of statues and monuments, <span style="color: purple;">Robert Burns</span> (famous Scottish poet 1759-1796, <u>author of Auld Lang Syne</u>), <span style="color: purple;">James Watt </span>(inventor of the <u>Watt steam engine</u>, 1736-1819), and <span style="color: purple;">Sir Walter Scott</span> (1771-1832, historical novelist-remember<u> Ivanhoe or Rob Roy</u>?). </div>
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You know how you meet some people and immediately you feel you have known them all your life. That was Sam & Frances. Warm, friendly, kind, hospitable; genuinely Scottish. My life was enriched beyond my expectations for having been introduced to them by Sarah. Friends forever, now! My true Scottish treasures.</div>
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Now, listen to the pipers. Unfortunately, you won't have the benefit of Sam's beautiful Scottish accent enhancing the music with his comments, but you will find a way to enjoy it I'm sure. (I naturally assume that everyone loves bagpipe music as I do, but realistically I know you might not. So for those of you who enjoy the pipers as I do, enjoy!)</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">And may I offer a bit of practical advice! Don't ever refer to a Scottish kilt as a skirt. Sam told me that some have lost their lives for this unfortunate slip of the tongue. And I won't tell you why he felt the need to give me such advice!!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Back home in August, the temps can become quite hot and unpleasant–Oh, but not here in Glasgow. With temps in the high 50's and low 60's, graced by sun and clouds, we were free to stroll, watch, and listen to Scottish accents in abundance (never grew tired of those strong rolling r's). Couldn't describe why the Scottish accent is so captivating, but I could listen to it for days on end! </span><br />
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We reluctantly bade farewell to lovely Inveraray and headed our van towards our first of two trips to the town of Larkhall –the home of a former e-pal friend where her daughters and husband were awaiting our arrival.<br />
As we drove through Larkhall, we stopped at a Subway (yep, just like back home).While eating our good ole American meal, we were able to connect with Sarah via Kate. Kate & her family had volunteered to put up Bobby & his family during our stay there, while Bob and I were staying with the Wadsworth's. Bobby had Kate's number, fortunately, so we called her to get Sarah's phone number and how to get to Sarah's home. God had gone ahead of us, once again!<br />
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My excitement was building and I was having one of those 'moments' as we approached Ruth's home! Many times I had written her address on packages that I had sent to her, but this time, it wasn't just my package that was arriving there physically–it was me!! Yet, because Ruth had passed away in October of 2013 from cancer (post of 10/8/13), this 'moment' for me was a mixture of both happiness and sadness. </div>
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We had written each other about my dream of coming to Scotland not knowing if such a dream would ever be realized. But there they stood; Stuart (Ruth's husband), Sarah & Rachel (Ruth's twin daughters) and their gentle border collie–Benny, my dream fully realized but without my friend, Ruth. </div>
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I missed her so much. It just seemed incomplete to be with her family and to be in her home without her being present. We had shared so much over the years and I longed to reminisce with her about all of that. </div>
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But as we sat in her living room among her family, listening to them talk about their lives and their wife and mother, I began to realize that she was there in the faces and smiles (and, yes, tears) of her family. </div>
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Later on Sarah took me to the cemetery to visit her mum's grave where we spoke a tender prayer together, and during my last night there Rachel showed me the memory book she had made of her mum. It was comforting to me that Ruth and I were able to continue sharing with each other during these moments. </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> During our initial visit in Ruth's cozy living room, I was asked about how our relationship started. I told them about the lady, Roberta, from the Scottish Baptist Union website who had put me in contact with Ruth. As it turned out, she was a friend of Ruth's and right off recommended me to her. Thus a very satisfying and pleasant relationship ensued for the next 10 years. </span></div>
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After packing up, we drove up to Inveraray Castle. Bobby had ordered our tour tickets online, so it was an easy matter to take our tour.<br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;"> In the season finale Episode 9, A Journey to the Highlands, (2/17/13), the Crawleys head to the Scottish highlands, Castle Duneagle, to enjoy the hospitality of Rose's family. When I got home, I watched Episode 9 with the perspective of having gazed upon the magnificence of the castle with my own eyes. Wow, that was surreal!</span></div>
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Before entering the castle, I strolled over to the pasture behind the castle for there was a small herd of Scottish Highland cattle grazing there. Being the country gal that I am and being already fascinated by this unique breed of cattle, it was my intention to get a good look at them. </div>
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I did some research and discovered this breed originated from Scotland and is one of the oldest breeds in the world (mention is made of them as far back as the 6th century). Highland cattle, as we know them today, originated from two classes: (1) the slightly smaller and usually black Kyloe from the Western Isles of Scotland (2) the other, a larger animal, generally reddish in color, from the Highlands. But today both of these strains are regarded as one breed. </div>
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While they are a hearty breed and can survive easily in the remote and cool climate of the Highlands, their long hair makes them somewhat intolerant to heat. But in spite of that, Highland cattle can be found in all 50 states, even in Tennessee (but mostly in Middle & East Tennessee. Gets too hot in West Tenn., I'm thinking!) </div>
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And here's an interesting little tidbit of additional info I found out about these Highland cattle. The Univ. of Glasgow, did a study on them and their beef was shown to be almost 23% more tender than commercial beef. It also contained almost 7% more protein, 17% more iron and averaged 4% less cholesterol.</div>
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Shep seemed to be interested in this hairy cattle as well. He will have quite a surprise when he comes to the farm in a few months and takes a look at the short haired cattle on his great grandfather's farm. Especially after he has lived in Scotland for awhile!</div>
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When you enter the castle, you will enter what they call, Armory Hall. Here they have arranged many muskets, swords, and a variety of arms in decorative patterns on the walls. </div>
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As the Crowley family strolled through this room, you will notice how they kept glancing upwards. Well, now I know why. Those patterns went all the way up to the top of some very high ceilings!</div>
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Do you remember the scene at Duneagle when the family was setting down for dinner? This is the room where that scene took place. And the rather larger centerpiece on the table figured prominently in the closeups.</div>
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If you know me, then you are well aware of my fascination with the clear running water of mountain streams. Where I live the stream beds (or creeks as we call them) are of mud, and when the rains come and fill them up with water, it is disappointingly (to me anyway) brown with mud.</div>
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Shortly after my wading moment, we reconnected with Bob and went back to the Bramble for a late lunch. While we were finishing our meal, Bob & Bobby stepped across the street and brought back some ice cream. The flavor was whiskey! And it wasn't just whiskey flavoring; it was the real stuff! Tasted pretty good, actually, as you can tell by the following picture! (Bob wasn't the only one who tasted this ice cream, but he was the only one who got his picture made tasting it! You know I just couldn't let this moment go undocumented!)</div>
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I made a final stop at one of the shops nearby and bought a Christmas ornament. (Hanging it on my tree this year brought back a flood of Scotland memories. ) </div>
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Bobby had ordered a new fly rod and I had brought it with me. He got his first chance to try it out in Loch Fyne with Shep right at his heals. I was impressed with Bobby's willingness to satisfy his son's curiosity and desire to try out the rod. (especially since the fly rod was brand-new and definitely not a child's toy)</div>
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The view was breathtaking (typical of the view we were blessed to see in Scotland). And even though no fish were caught, no one goes away from a fishing experience empty handed when the view is so spectacular!</div>
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<br />We drove to the castle before going to our room. Of course they have a gift shop that contains everything you could imagine for a tourist to buy. I had decided before I came to Scotland that shortbread would be the perfect souvenir. There before my eyes were a variety of shortbreads in a variety of packaging. It was quite satisfying to take care of most of my souvenir shopping in one place. The gift shop and the tea room were all located in the basement. So after stocking up on souvenirs (mine were mostly shortbread) we visited the tea room. Why is it tea and scones taste better in Scotland and in a castle? These scones were soft (some are hard) and with clotted cream, and raspberry spread over them–well, let's just say I felt very Scottish as I munched.<br />
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We arrived in late afternoon, and had just enough time to drive up to the castle. Bobby & Maridith told us they wanted to do something special for Bob's retirement and for the help I had been in the planning of this trip. Since we have enjoyed, along with thousands of others, Downton Abbey, AND since we were conveniently in Scotland, they took us to Inveraray Castle.<br />
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