Stirling Castle & Argyll's Lodging

This past Friday (15th), Tim and I went out to Stirling to see the castle and its satellite monuments.  My Scottish history begins sketchily with James VI (First of England) and continues from there, immediately becoming English.  In short, I've only ever taken note of Scottish history when its burn intersects the river of English history.  There were, however, a few names I recognized before the ignominious Stuart line - Malcolm, David, Alexander - but it was a bare acknowledgement of names that have seeped through the thicker fabric of English history.  So Stirling Castle was full of new things for me.

The Gothic-style building in the background is the front bank of the Church of the Holy Rude.

Trying to look over the forewall of Stirling Castle.  There is grass growing all over the place!


Queen Anne's garden.  It sports one huge, gorgeous oak tree, on the left, sadly out of the frame.

Reproductions of the famous Stirling Heads.

Part of a commemorative piece done by the same fellow commissioned to reproduce the Stirling Heads.

I wanted to see if they had Man Pie and a recipe for Marshwiggles, but there were three of these huge illumined cookbooks and I didn't have time to go through them all.

The dining room of Argyll's Lodging, a building at the foot of the hill on which the castle sits.

It was a blowy, cold, mizzling day and we were both tired by the end of it, but we loved Stirling Castle, Argyll's Lodging, and the church cemetery.  Indubitably, some of this will wind up in my novels.

10 ripostes:

  1. WOW. That is so amazing. (I'm soooo jealous now... ;) Also, beautiful pictures. Just gorgeous. And no marshwiggle pie recipes? How disappointing.

  2. Yahoooo... :D
    I am so glad to see more photos! They are all so beautiful. Oh, and naturally the fog is thick and misty, the grass a vivid shade of green, the stones dark with beauty and everything is so hauntingly lovely and ancient, just like Scotland SHOULD be. I am trying hard to contain any trace of jealousy I might have for the amazing pleasure of seeing Stirling Castle/Argylls Lodging and Edinburgh Castle, etc, but I am immensely delighted, Jenny, that you're having this opportunity to bask in this ancient history! I am excited to see how whiffs of what you saw, felt and smelt will affect your novels as well.

    By and by, this morning I picked up my copy of The Ballad of the White Horse which I have yet to read, and I came across the word 'Ethandune' - so, at least I figured this word title has some history behind it maybe, or is like Plenilune, rather than Gingerune, for instance. I am curious if there happens to be any connecting chain between the tale of the white horse, and your own budding book :)

  3. I love these photo posts. Now I wish I could go to Scotland.

  4. *lump in the throat caused by excessive wishing to be there following along behind you and Tim, not being noticed but enjoying it all right behind you so I could discuss it later on in any form of familiarity on the subject.*

  5. Stirling Castle! I'm not the strongest on Scottish history either, but this reminded me instantly of The Scottish Chiefs. (I really must re-read that.) Your photos are wonderful.

  6. I can feel the story ideas tingling down my spine already. Oh to be there in person! Getting to see these photos, though, is the next best thing.

  7. Ohhh. It's all so rich and beautiful. I believe my words have been whisked away from me...

  8. I immediately thought of the Nurse when I scrolled over the cookbook. "And possets, and dolls!" Also, love the backlit one of you. Very Alfred Hitchcock.

    I hope we'll get to visit Stirling in person. On the one hand, I want to be there and see it, but on the other hand I really don't like guided tours and seeing all the modern stuff that inevitably creeps in. Spotlights on the lawn, for instance. Are the shades of the Scots to be thus polluted? However, on such an occasion I'll put up with a little annoyance. It's not as if we'll be being dragged through Monticello and lectured about how Jefferson supported EDUcation. You'd think the man never had a thought that wasn't related to EDUcation, the way that woman went on.

  9. I never realized how deep an impression Monticello made on the young one...we'll be looking at therapy someday.

  10. Castle: It's family moments like this that I will never forget.
    Alexis: With a good therapist, I will.