The Michael Jackson of Castles
Aside from an interesting debate on whether we should be supporting castle plastic surgery, the train ride was pretty standard. We rolled into the quiet little town and walked our way up to the castle, which was of course at the tip top of a giant hill. The walk was strenuous but it was well worth it. From this castle, you could see everything within a 20 mile radius, as well as the mountains in the East. It had a very Lord of the Rings-Shire esque feel to it. Once we got into the castle, we moved through the usual castle tropes. Saw the basics and got kinda bored pretty quickly. But thankfully, we had a trusty tour guide to inform us of all things Stirling. A frail old man rocking a mullet and tartan pants with a deathly fear of eagles (he informed us of this as an eagle flew overhead) led us around. With his scruffy Scottish accent he told the tales of Stirling Castle (which has a pretty illustrious history. Here). They also had a couple cool looking tapestries illustrating men hunting and killing unicorns. That’s about all the interesting stuff the castle had. Oh and the town had good smoothes. Yay for Stirling. I'll leave you with a video of our friend the tour guide. Get excited.
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