Edinburgh Castle, Scotland

Edinburgh, Scotland

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Our stay here in Edinburgh has been brief. When we first arrived we dropped our luggage off at the train station so that we could go up to the castle to take a look before we settled in at the hotel.

I blogged about our second day in Scotland separately, as we took a full day tour to the West Highlands for a Lochs and Castles tour.

Today was our third and final day in Scotland and it was the most difficult to get out of bed thus far. It’s officially the two week mark of traveling and boy howdy, it’s hit. I’ve heard of the “traveller’s wall of exhaustion” and I think we hit it. But, we rolled out of bed and headed to Holyroodhouse, Scotland’s official home of the Queen.


We couldn’t take photos inside the palace which is  a shame because there are some remarkable artifacts inside. The historic apartments were once home to Mary Queen of Scots where she married Henry Stuart, Lord Darnley. We stood on the spot where David Rizzio was murdered, the wood floors still discoloured. Inside these rooms is a museum displaying a range of Stuart and Jacobite relics. 

Another one of the amazing things to see at Holyroodhouse included the Abbey. Originally founded in 1128 by King David I, it was used as a parish church until the 17th century. It has had a tumultuous history and now lies in near ruins, a far cry from the whole building that provided coronations, weddings, births, and burials.


We walked up the Royal Mile after leaving the palace, peeking in at things, including a random alleyway that looked very unassuming. It was a pleasant surprise to find a whole community inside.


Considering how tired we were its kind of ridiculous that we walked from the end of the Royal Mile all the way back to our hotel at Learmonth. Along the way though, I was able to get some great views of Edinburgh Castle up on the hill.


We also walked through a small village situated on the river that appeared untouched from its original beginnings. Dean Village is a former village originally known as “Water of Leith Village” and centre of a grain milling area for more than 800 years. While the village began to fall to poverty around 1960, fifteen years later it became a highly sought after area being so close to the city centre but so separate. With redevelopment, it is now a highly desirable residential area although laws ensure it keeps as close to its original look.

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