Scotland Bound
our first day on the road began in Bury St Edmunds, scouring the Wednesday market for breakfast. After breakfast we were Edinburgh-bound.
Several hours of scenic countryside later, the car began to billow smoke from the hood. Pulling off on the side of the road confirmed something not quite right, but we decided to press on. Another hour later the smoke began again. Optimistically, we pulled over a second time, let the engine cool, and continued on the journey.
The third time the smoke erupted, we pulled off into a seaside town after crossing the border. The mechanic there told us he thought we could make it the last hour to Edinburgh and so we continued on. Two more pull offs later, one of the belts literally melted off and we were stuck on the side of the road 20 miles from Edinburgh. With the help of cell phones and insurance we were able to get towed to the airport where we rented a car and after two more hours arrived, four hours later than anticipated, in Edinburgh, hungry but not discouraged - this was our holiday after all! Even though most the restaurants had closed we went in search of one that might, on the off chance, be serving after 10 on a Wednesday night. And we stumbled upon a jewel of a place - an authentic Italian restaurant in Scotland. The irony didn't escape us, but we tucked in for some of the best food and service ever. The owners were boisterous and friendly and the food was fantastico! we took a midnight stroll through Edinburgh to burn off the pasta and gratefully sank into our beds, preparing for another day.
market morning in Bury
castle on the coast - still in England!
the brilliance of having a photographer along is that everything is documented! look out!
Scotland at last!
Sheeeeep!
it really is that green
Wes and Suzanne, still simling!
no wonder the Scottish saw similiarities in North Carolina - we could be in the Smokies...sort of. Except for the accents and the driving on the left.
the italian restaurant
Edinburgh by night
self portrait
Several hours of scenic countryside later, the car began to billow smoke from the hood. Pulling off on the side of the road confirmed something not quite right, but we decided to press on. Another hour later the smoke began again. Optimistically, we pulled over a second time, let the engine cool, and continued on the journey.
The third time the smoke erupted, we pulled off into a seaside town after crossing the border. The mechanic there told us he thought we could make it the last hour to Edinburgh and so we continued on. Two more pull offs later, one of the belts literally melted off and we were stuck on the side of the road 20 miles from Edinburgh. With the help of cell phones and insurance we were able to get towed to the airport where we rented a car and after two more hours arrived, four hours later than anticipated, in Edinburgh, hungry but not discouraged - this was our holiday after all! Even though most the restaurants had closed we went in search of one that might, on the off chance, be serving after 10 on a Wednesday night. And we stumbled upon a jewel of a place - an authentic Italian restaurant in Scotland. The irony didn't escape us, but we tucked in for some of the best food and service ever. The owners were boisterous and friendly and the food was fantastico! we took a midnight stroll through Edinburgh to burn off the pasta and gratefully sank into our beds, preparing for another day.
market morning in Bury
castle on the coast - still in England!
the brilliance of having a photographer along is that everything is documented! look out!
Scotland at last!
Sheeeeep!
it really is that green
Wes and Suzanne, still simling!
no wonder the Scottish saw similiarities in North Carolina - we could be in the Smokies...sort of. Except for the accents and the driving on the left.
the italian restaurant
Edinburgh by night
self portrait
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Carrie
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R