Or The Rock
It seems that everyone who goes to
Scotland, runs up from England to spend a bit of time in Edinburgh, with of
course a visit to the famous castle. Therefore, I hesitate to even write about
the castle. Personally I love Glasgow and if I had to chose between the two
cities I’d chose the lovely Victorian city over the more popular Edinburgh. If
all you’ve seen is Edinburgh and you think you’ve seen Scotland, think again.
The country has so much more to offer!
The majestic landmark, Edinburgh
Castle, dominates the city’s skyline just as it has colored Scotland’s long and
colorful, albeit bloody, history. The fort was built right into the rock, and
good evidence of that can be seen as one walks around the castle. At one time
5000 people lived on the rock, today only about 500 live there. After New Town
was built in the mid 1700s, people of means moved off the rock. Buildings were
12-14 stories high with no plumbing or running water. A warning shout of gardie loo was given before waste water
was thrown out of the windows! Built on a plug of volcanic rock left by glaciers, there were seven barriers to get
into the fort. After Mary, Queen of Scots’, husband stabbed her secretary,
David Rizzio, 56 times in her presence, she moved to the castle not desiring to
stay any longer at Holyroodhouse. She
delivered her son in the castle.
The
castle has been a fortress, a palace, a military garrison, and a state prison.
Much of the castle today is home to the military with men living in the barracks
on the rock.
We climbed the tower to see the crown
jewels as well as the 26 X 16-inch sandstone Stone of Destiny, weighing 336
pounds, housed there. In 1296 Edward I took the Stone of Destiny to England
where it stayed under the coronation chair in Westminster Abbey. England
returned the Stone of Destiny to Scotland in 1996 after holding it for 700
years. Several kings were crowned on the sandstone block.
Afterward, we stepped into the small
12th century St. Margaret’s chapel which is the oldest building in
Edinburgh. King David I dedicated it to his mother after she became a saint in
1250.
The Castle
cannon fires at 1PM each day as a time check. Our docent was cute when she
said, “Most cities sound bells or some another signal at noontime, right? But we’re Scots and we are frugal. If we send
off the cannon at noon we have to shoot it 12 times, at one o’clock we only
have to shoot it once.”
Believe it
or not the crowd gathered, cameras were poised, and the cannon misfired! Why
me?
The castle
was the last stop on a long city tour. After the cannon misfire we retreated to
the café for a good lunch of summer
cullen skink--- haddock and potato soup.Who could resist anything with a name like that? It was excellent. We enjoyed a
leisurely lunch and respite before tacking the walk down the Royal Mile.
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