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Date: 19 August 2009 12:46:10
Initially today I was going to blog about a day trip to Edinburgh yesterday before heading back to Durham yesterday evening. However, in the world of Tractorgirl things sometimes get a little complicated and adventures just kind of happen. So it is that I am sitting blogging in Glasgow, unable to escape Scotland until tomorrow morning.
Let me explain I was going up for the day and then I found out Smudgie and others were having a ship meet the next day and so got a cheap ticket back from Glasgow, without checking my diary properly. Turned out I had double booked myself and the other event which had been in there was a bit more formal and not one so easily backed out of. So the plan was then back to day trip. All fine, if I checked the train tickets in my purse before I got on the train.
As it was I got on the train and discovered I had taken ones back from Edinburgh out and only had a ticket back from Glasgow on Thursday morning. Having looked at price of yet another ticket back I began texting. Surfing Madness was kind enough to come to the rescue and say I got stay at hers. That allowed me to start relaxing and enjoy the unfolding adventures.
I began with the National Museum of Flight which is misleadingly bland when you arrive. Enjoyed wandering past a polaris misile, Harrier jump jet, MiG fighter, Tornado, Vulcan and Concorde. My favourite part was the concorde experience. Wandering through the plane, listening to the engaging commentary I appreciated a little more what had made it a legend.
Then it was off to Roslin, negotiating the relevant road closures. We arrived 6 minutes after the chapel had closed - perhaps a good thing bearing in mind my militancy about churches charging admission. Di Vinci Code or not this chapel is still supposed to be a church, a place of worship. Anyway the ruins of the castle and views from it were beautiful. So chapel or not it's worth visiting.
After dinner we attempted to we attempted to get me back to a station where I could reach Glasgow from. This turned into something of a magical mystery tour, not helped by two of us just knowing we were trying somewhere beginning to P. After alot of laughter we saw signposts for Linlithgow and I was deposited there to get the train.
Today so far I have been and explored the wonderful Burrell Collection, but that needs to be an entry on its own I think. So tune in tomorrow for further details of misadventures in Scotland.