Me and My Bestie Mary (Queen of Scots)

Amanda and Kyle decided to prepare a Christmas Eve feast, so I was on my own for the afternoon. What better way to follow-up a visit to a palace than a visit to a castle? I thought about changing into dry clothes, but since it was still threatening to rain I decided, what’s the point? My gloves were totally soaked so I left them off and shoved them in my pocket in case they dried later. They didn’t.

I didn’t have much time to linger since I’d heard Mary Queen of Scots would be making an appearance at 3:00. But I was cold and wet. I couldn’t change clothes because they were cleaning my room so I headed to Peacock Alley for some tea. I also ordered a ham and cheese sandwich. I love that the tea always comes with a cookie, because the ham and cheese sandwich was swimming in mayonnaise and some sort of tomato relish.

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Tea was good. Sandwich not so much. But… Cookie!

I headed out and it wasn’t raining, but there was a cold, cold wind. I walked up the hill to the castle, got my ticket, and went in search of the queen. I had no idea where to find her, but lucky for me, I just happened to be standing in the Great Hall, when she made her entrance.

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In Vienna they had billions of candelabras, in Scotland they are all about the swords and pikes.

When she entered she made a big deal about saying “good morning”. I’m not sure anyone but me knew she was coming and they all looked a little surprised. She said “let’s try that again” and went out and came back in. Apparently our response was disappointing. She told us we were to reply with “good morning, your grace”. Then she gave us lessons on how to bow and curtsey. It was very important that men bow but keep their right arms free. That way if any enemies were sneaking up on us, they’d be able to lop their heads off.

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Her royal grace, and my newest BFF, Mary!

As she was about to reenter, she stopped and said some of us looked quite foreign. She walked over to me and asked where I had come from. I said, “the United States.” She said, “Oh, well, I don’t have any idea where that is!” She asked a few more people and then she announced she needed a few people to form her entourage so she could make a proper entrance. She asked for volunteers but nobody stepped up so she said “Let’s start with you, lady from the United States.” She picked a few others from the crowd and then showed us the proper walk so that as we entered the “lesser people” would have enough time to show their appreciation. Then she told the “lesser people” to be sure to clap and cheer as we walked by and we would go very, very slowly so they’d have enough time to really appreciate us! The “special people” in the entourage were supposed to be keeping an eye out for enemies, she said they could be anywhere!

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Mary preparing room for the dancing!

She then talked about the holiday parties she liked to have at the castle. She said that dancing was an important part and then she said, “you there, lady from the United States, come out here and join my dance.” She picked five more people and made us stand in a circle. Then she showed us the moves. After a while she decided we needed music, since nobody had brought any instruments, she had the “lesser people” clap in time while we danced around and around.

When Mary left I headed to the Scottish Honors exhibit. This is what they call their crown jewels, though really sitting on the stone of destiny was much more important than the crown. It’s hard to see why cause the crown was exquisite and the stone of destiny was really just a big rock!

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Stone of Destiny is nice and all, but I’m all about the crowns.

Within that exhibit I learned that the Scottish people were not any fonder of Oliver Cromwell than the Irish, he must have been seriously lacking the interpersonal skills!

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Oliver Cromwell was not a popular man!

They don’t let you take pictures of the actual crown, but they have a great bronze replica as you enter the actual room.

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Replica of the Scottish Honors

I went from there to the Royal Apartments. This included the room where my friend Mary gave birth to her son James. It was a very small room, because as she points out there were enemies everywhere!

I took a stroll through the Prisoners of War exhibit. Their conditions were bleak.

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Prisoners of war at least got hammocks.

The sun was starting to set but I was still able to take a few pictures of the castle…

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St Margaret’s Chapel in Edinburgh Castle. Word has it the oldest building in the city!

And the view…

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A view of the city and the dog cemetery.

And a new friend…

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Pipers are big here.

Then it was time to walk to Kyle and Amanda’s flat for Christmas Eve dinner.

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Walking to Grassmarket on Christmas Eve.

While Kyle and Amanda cooked, Scott and I watched Harry Potter. Dinner was a turkey wrapped in bacon, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and rolls. The best part was the yule log Amanda served for desert right next to the roaring fire.

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Christmas fire!

Tomorrow is Christmas and everything in Edinburgh is closed. We are going to celebrate at Kyle and Amanda’s and then take a hike through a local park. Happy Christmas, everyone!

About isherri

I'm the Director of Consultative Services at big time education publisher and a half hippy, half clown, latte sipping, brunch munching, MINI driving, rabid social media enthusiast.
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2 Responses to Me and My Bestie Mary (Queen of Scots)

  1. Ali says:

    The tomato may relish sounds yummy, but the bread could be an issue 🙂
    I wonder if she taught you a circle dance, I used to do those they are so much fun. You from the United States! Start volunteering we know your’e not shy
    Stay warm and I hope your gloves dried out

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