When you walk the Royal “Mile” in the heart of Edinburgh (and not even the entire length of it), you don’t expect to have walked seven miles by the time the day is done. But somehow, that’s what happened. And, even more remarkable, Molly didn’t even really complain about the walking (though she bounced around like a pinball much of the day).
Our first—and most obvious—stop was the city centerpiece, Edinburgh Castle. As the seat of Scottish royalty, the birthplace of James I (the first king to rule a united England, Scotland and Ireland), and with some type of fortification on the site going back at least 2,000 years, the place oozed history. But the views really stole the show (and are of course what makes it such a strategic site).
The next (and also obvious) stop was the ScotchWhisky Experience, an almost Disney-like attraction featuring a dark ride in a barrel (complete with a ghost host, reinforcing the Haunted Mansion comparison).
I barely scratched the surface, sampling only five of the 3,400 whiskies in their collection.
We spent the remains of the afternoon with human remains. As many of you know, I love cemeteries—they represent millions of untold stories—so a visit to Greyfriars Kirkyard was a must. More park than boneyard, it was a truly beautiful setting.
The graveyard also marked the last resting place of “Greyfriars Bobby,” a dog so loyal he guarded the grave of his master for 14 years before passing away himself. As an unofficial Edinburgh mascot of sorts, he has his own statue (and namesake pub, cashing in on the canine’s fame). Molly took a moment to add a stick to his gravesite.
At the end of the day, I couldn’t be more proud when I asked Molly what her favorite thing of the day was, and she responded with “the castle dungeon!”