Highlands or Bust! Day 5

We woke up late in the morning and scampered down to breakfast. We had barely made it, they were going to stop taking orders in 5 minutes. Luckily they had something other than a traditional English breakfast, so we were especially glad we made it.

After breakfast we headed out into the cloudy and rainy day to check out Melrose Abbey, the reason we were there. Built in 1136 by Cistercian Monks, the abbey has been through many battles and civil wars and has been rebuilt a couple of times. It is said to be the most picturesque Abbey in all of the United Kingdom. It is rumored that the heart of Robert the Bruce was buried in the abbey, but some believe that it is not his, but rather a monks. Robert the Bruce helped to rebuild the Abbey after it was damaged in one of the many battles it survived. William Wallace became the Gaurd of Scotland after William Wallace (Braveheart!) stepped down. Contrary to what the movie says, Robert the Bruce did not betray William Wallace.

 

 

 

 

 

 This is a gargoyle of a pig playing the bag pipes! Scotland is awesome.

 

After the Melrose Abbey we started our long 337 mile drive down to Bristol to meet Jeff’s cousin. We got a little confused with the directions and as we were turning around we got a flat tire. After about 30 seconds of starring, Jeff and I went into “fix it!” mode. Fifteen minutes later and we are on the road again, proud of ourselves for changing a tire so quickly in the rain.

So then we drove. And we were back in England!

But we had a long way to go, so we kept driving.

And we saw some sheeps.

And kept driving.

And driving.

But then we made it to Bristol! Six hours later!

We had a lovely dinner with Jeff’s cousin and her boyfriend. We drank wine and cider late into the night, and basked in the good company and conversation. Then their roommate came home, who was the only British man I have ever met to sound like Austin Powers. After the wine was gone, we hunkered down to sleep on an air mattress in the living room, and slept like babies.

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