Up early and packed up and caught the 8.20 bus back to Stirling. (Same bus driver but must have had a good nights sleep). Up to the hostel, the "Willy Wallace", I kid you not. In we go and being booked in by a young girl when Annette asks me if she is my cousin's daughter from Hamilton cause she looks like her. On with my glasses and sure enough it is Michelle but now she has a Scottish accent. Turns out she has been working here awhile and when she started this morning she saw my name in the book and thought that there couldn't be two Graeme PETERINGs. Small world. Lucky I wasn't with some young chick. Hang on, I'm going to have to be real careful here. Left the packs and off around the town to have a look. This is part of the old wall that used to surround the town.
Roof of a really old church. The buildings are just something else. They would give our building inspectors heart attacks yet are still standing.
Another one for Trev.
A few graves out the back. They didn't pull too many punches back then.
And a few lost their heads if I remember correctly.
A liquid lunch outside Stirling Castle.
Part of the old town.
The old jail if I remember correctly.
Yep and this is how it should be.
Back to the hostel and the tent put on on the roof of the building next door to dry. Climbed through a window on the stairway. Dinner and tried to do a bit on the blog.
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