Blog 2: Scooooootland, finding Nessie...and single malt.
As soon as we passed the English-Scottish border, the scenery dramatically changed. We discovered later the reason was because the two countries used to be separate and then smacked into each other... And that's my geological info for you, for today.... savour it. It was a six or seven hour drive to Edinburgh from Bath, which included the brief check point at my British parent's house, Sarah and Andy's, in Purton, Wiltshire. Purton is an adorable village where I'd spent my first year overseas by myself when I was 21. We had left Bath after brekky, with lots of people saying, ' a seven hour drive on a Sunday!??' 'We're from Australia, we don't even need to take a cut lunch!' On the way into Scotland, with the first stop, Edinburgh, Sally, Steve and Jess were very mean to me. They gave me the camera with the arduous task of taking snaps of the signs bearing, 'Welcome to Scotland' or 'Welcome to Edinburgh'. It might have