Tales of Balmoral Castle, a Royal Train and Little Squirrel Nutkin

Balmoral Castle 

Ila enjoying a grand start for the day

It's Easter Sunday. It started at Crawford Grange B&B with breakfast in the little breakfast room. As can be expected of me, my inner kiddie was joyful at finding a little foil wrapped milk chocolate Easter bunny alongside my butter knife. Tee hee!

 It's totally coincidental Easter Sunday falls on today's visit to the royal palace at Balmoral. I do enjoy pretending to meself, HRM invited us there for the day.

Thoroughly enjoyed the countryside during the hour drive to Balmoral. There we used the 'car park' then walked on.

At Balmoral grounds you walk across the bridge, over the River Dee 

The grounds look wet as this is Scotland and rain is what it does. The cottage isn't the big gray whateveritis, it's the cute, round roofed bitty building on the left, that has the billboards at the entrance gate. 

Ila in blue, enters the wee gift cottage to the left

Squirrel Nutkin on cam saying 'Cheese' or maybe he said 'Nuts'

The gift shop sold castle tour tickets and souvenirs. Ah, but I only cared for the little area to its left. There was a cam photographed something I have hoped, nay, prayed to see: a Red Squirrel. Been dotty for Red Squirrels since reading Beatrix Potter's classic Little Squirrel Nutkin. So believe, I squealed as one such little red nipper bounced about like a rubber ball. Think I am kidding about my squirrel affections?

On the left is my old mini-book The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin and my 50 pence Nutkin coin. Yeah, I know I'm certifiable, but what's it to yee, yee wee numpty?

Dear Wee Mite

To get to the castle we boarded the Royal Tram for a short but pretty ride.











Near to wet meself with fan-girl joy as we passed a site, which I recall from seeing the Helen Miran movie, The Queen.This is the round building used for butchering the royal catch of Red Stag. I was so excited I couldn't get myself together enough to snag a photo. Had to hunt on line for this photo of the antler bedecked structure.


The tram ride ends where the real fun began, where we picked up our royal audio handsets, and thus wearing our v. own personal guide, we first toured the stables area.

M'lord dummy, dressed and ready for a morning's hunt for Stag or Partridge. The side baskets on the  porter pony carry all the picnic food delicacies, fine china, silver cutlery and such. Alas, the poor souls back then didn't get to dine on KFC.

The Queen's Piper and Balmoral Highlander Uniforms. The gray one, to the right, was designed by HRH Prince Albert. It's said the gray tartan displays the colors seen in the granite rock of Balmoral.

Oh, and here is Prince Albert's main squeeze, HRH Queen Victoria. She is seen here taking exercise on a pony, led by 'Mr Brown', in HRM's later, post-Albert years.

Oh, and please forgive the glass glare.

Oh... am so hoping to run into some Black Capercaillie like these fine taxidermied cocks.









After our leisurely tour of the stable museum, we strolled around the grounds a bit. There was a little Song Thrush, hunting for Easter Eggs its Easter Sunday brunch of worms and bugs.

Song Thrush hunting its Easter brunch

We decided to avail ourselves of the ROYAL snack room and gift shop.

Dining room, with Gift shop in the background

Dear me. I could easily spend a full blog post on the goodies available in this combo cafe/gift shop. I mean... baskets of her majesty's wee Corgie dogs...

I mean... so cute.

Did manage to evade the souvenir shop, but was not so successful sneaking past the dainties of the
bake shop.

This Victoria Sponge was to die for.







When Ila managed to drag me, kicking & screaming from the snack shop, we headed over to the actual Balmoral Castle for a look-see.

A Palace garden

It was lovely to see this old wild boar... stone or otherwise

I aimed my camera at this lovely Chamois and... fumble, slip, cobblestones ahead...

Such dents - boo hoo!

Suddenly my beloved, far off birdie shot taking Nikon Coolpix A900... was no more. It could photograph but all pictures are now fuzzy.  *Insert doleful bagpipe dirge here*

Alas! Woe is me! The cobblestones gave a beating to the extended lens of my wee camera. I wore a long face the rest of the castle visit.

 Thank the heavens for my wee iPhone camera.

The lichens on the stone stairs surprised me

The building at the end holds treasures from Queen Vicky's reign - no photos allowed, damn it.

Ila and I wandered about the grounds for perhaps an hour, then meeting up again we decided to leave Balmoral and head out. We drove several miles, when suddenly I spotted a train and veered off the road. TRAIN! It was unplanned and unexpected but why the heck not go for a pleasure ride?

The engine as espied from the road below

We had a bit of luck, as the next train was leaving the station for a pleasure ride within the hour. By v. happy accident, it seems the train had a special car in which passengers could indulge in a lovely Cream Tea. TEA! IN FREAKIN' SCOTLAND! Sorry... I still get excited thinking on it. We eagerly paid ₤14 and hopped on board the special tea service car.

We took our seats on board and soon the hostess brought our double layered tray of treats and then some. There were icing covered cakes, brownies, light n' lovely meringues, cream scones, hot cross buns, brownies, sugar cookies and yes, Victoria sponge. And tea... lots of lovely, hot tea. My first British tea and all aboard a train. Nom, nom, nom!

Our 'tea'. Be still my sweets adoring heart!

The train is a steam engine and I enjoyed watching the steam roll along our coach. Grand fun as the train chugged along and we chugged our tea. The train didn't go too far - do not know how if the tracks really go from city to city or just out a mile or so. The ride was perhaps 30 minutes and afterwards the coal that powered the train had to be examined.

The engine commemorates a Royal submarine, 'Salmon', that was lost at sea

Following Balmoral, and the steam locomotive ride, we ought to have been done for the day, but nope. By the Dee Railroad station there was a small village of craft shops. We meandered on over for a view.

The houses in the little area must be a b'jillion years old. They were all housed guilds and hosted local crafts classes and sold the crafts made there as well as souvenirs.

After a bit, I settled down near a gorgeous tiny creek, to bird. I was sad I hadn't my super zooming Coolpix to take pictures of the birds that fluttered through - am so very bummed.

Loved sitting by this babbling riverlet

When we finally tore ourselves from the crafts village we drove to beautiful Aberdeen by the sea. There we walked around on the grounds near Dunnottar Castle.

The ruins of Dunnottar Castle

Never made it all the way doon to tha' castle but Ila was hungry so we stopped by a cute food vendor's booth.

Ila's Battered Haggis and Chips

There Ila paid her ₤ 6.5 for a genuine Battered Haggis with chips. Dear me, but the Scots enjoy deep frying their food. While Ila awaited her treat we enjoyed good nature-ed chatting with the brawny cooks there who entertained us by speaking to us in their native Gaelic tongue. Why didn't it occur to me to record their chattering? UGH!

Ooo, and that was our day's adventures on an Easter Sunday. You look tired. Here - take a short ride on the Royal Deeside Railroad.

Of Ponies & Puffins: Shetland Island

"I am Shetland McPonyface. Welcome to Shetland Island"

Boo hoo

Spot on the obligatory 7:30 AM check-in time, day packs in tow,  we arrived at the Aberdeen airport desk.

"Auch, you're too late," tsked the reservations harpy clerk.

After pointing out we were on time,  the clerks cleared us for the flight (I mean really!). We soon in a panic, sprinting - um... perhaps it wasn't as much sprinting as winded stumbling along the long corridors to airport security.

As we were in a super hurry, of course security side-lined us for full body pat downs: Ila due to her highly suspect artificial knee and me because...?  Meanwhile my backpack was inspected then deprived of a forgotten and downright dangerous jar of Apple & Ale Chutney. I am in mourning for my chutney - any sympathy cards or replacement jars appreciated.

Post security check, we continued our race along the 20 mile long serpentine route to the final gate (I might have exaggerated the distance a bit). Arriving at the gate, I, for one, was wheezy, winded and red in the face. We climbed steps, boarding the airplane. Contentment again reigned as the little prop engine plane took off, heading north for our vacation within a vacation. Our destination - Shetland island, 100 miles north of the Scottish mainland.

Approaching runway at Sumburgh Airport on Shetland Island

Sarah with some of her handiwork

Arriving at Shetland's Sumburgh airport we were greeted Sarah McBurnie, our guide for the day.

Ila found our guide by doing pre-trip homework of the sort I am generally too disorganized to do. Ila found the Shetland Island touring site on the internet and communicated with Sarah who leads tour groups and personalized tours of Shetland Island. Ila couldn't have found us a better guide.

While still in California, Sarah queried us about our interests on Shetland. We told her we wanted to see the Shetland sights in general. Plus we were both eager to see Fair Isle knitting demonstrated and for me - DUH - birds and wildlife. Sarah promised to hit all of our touring needs.


We loaded into Sarah's van, and were off. We passed a little stone-walled pasture with Shetland ponies. Shetlands were on my 'must see' list. Mind - there were loads of Shetland ponies and Shetland sheep throughout the day. But on the ponies, once upon a time the wee mites were bred for difficult & hard work in British coal mines, but these days they mostly are mostly just chubby little cuties.

Sarah drove us to the top of Sumburgh hill and once there, we got out. We skurried along a little alley in the maze of buildings, headed for the wall.

We headed down this hilltop alley for 'the wall'

There we peered over the low stone wall, and onto a b'jillion seabirds. The ragged cliffs were white washed with guano and covered over with Guillemots (called Common Murres in the States).

A sea rock covered over with Guillemots and guano

But just down about 30 or 40 feet from were we stood were PUFFINS!

A little too early in the morning for some

There were also lots of Northern Fulmars resting on the rocks.

Northern Fulmars

I could have watched the seabirds all day, but there were other sights to see and we clambered back into the van. North on the eastern coast, Sarah pointed out Mousa Island, perhaps a mile off the mainland. She was pointing out the far off structures in the photo below. The one in the foreground is Mousa Broch, an iron age tower dating back to 100 BC.  What the ancient tower was actually used for is still a subject of much argument. Is Mousa Broch a Fort? A stone star/sun position calculator? The world's fanciest barn?

The Mousa Broch Tower 

We also got a hilltop view on the eastern side of the island, down onto the largest town on the island, Scalloway.

A view of Scalloway, the largest town on Shetland Is. 

History has it Scalloway Castle was built by a genuinely evil knob, Patrick Stewart aka 'Black Patie' earl of Shetland and Orkney isles who never captained a star ship. It is said he had his castle built by enslaved Shetland Islanders circa 1599. Guilty or not, the foul man was tried and executed in 1615. That gives one something to think on when viewing the castle ruins below. 

Steward's Evil Castle

Being an island there are loads of cool views on Shetland. My favorite was Dore Holm, an arched rock. Doesn't take much imagination to see it as a sea horsie having a cold nip  of cold & salty water.

The Dore Holm

Sarah is a lady chock full of knowledge about Shetland, her home. I wish I'd taken notes or had a recorder on because I was so awed by being on Shetland and on tour of it, that little of Sarah's fascinating information actually stuck in my noggin. I can't remember and be awed, it's normally one or the other. 

On the North Mavine peninsula we were high up on the western shore, where we saw the Esha Ness Lighthouse. Nicest name of any lighthouse I've ever seen.

The auld Esha Ness Lighthouse

Looking from the lighthouse towards the cliffs

The auld cliffs beyond 

Some rocks around the lighthouse were strangely square.














Sarah stopped to take us for an early lunch at the Braewick Cafe which was stoic on the outside...






... windowed and showy on the inside.

Over lunch we chatted & Sarah showed us archaeological pictures on her laptop

Ila and myself wolfed down our lunches so we could have time to look over some fiber art work on display in a cabinet. I wish I'd stood back and photographed the whole cabinet. Here are snippets of it. There were many of Shetland's world famous Fair Isle knit goods. Fair Isle knitting is beautifuly colorful... more on it later. The natural hand dying work is what tempted me to part with my Scottish currency.

Lots of Shetland's world famous Fair Isle knitthandiworks were on sale and display

Hand Dyed Skeins of wool

Ila skipped off with the frameable art to the left,
I skipped off with the frameable artwork on the right. Score!

Later in the afternoon, Sarah took us to visit a a stop on the the Craft Trail - I mean, how cool!

There were loads of Fair Isle knitting in hats, caps, gloves and the like. The shop lady said no surprise, the young women on the island are less and less inclined to learn the Fair Isle knitting so it is rather an endangered art. I hope at some point a young person breathes new life into the art of Fair Isle knitting in the manner of what Mabel McCay did for California Pomo basket weaving. There was also a lot of yarn and hand dyed fiber. For me, the various spinning wheels, some old some... uh, well some older, were beautiful.

And for even older spinning there were drop spindles collected from around the world. I thought I'd never forget which were Russian, which were African, which were Bulgarian and of course, I forgot it all right quick.

A clay bottomed drop spindle 

An all wooden drop spindle, nestled on a Fair Isle work-in-progress

The ladies having a lively chat

 Fair Isle knitting belt 

The belt strap warps around the waist so the padded bit with holes centered where a belt buckle sits. Knitting needles go into whichever holes work best... Ack! Why explain when this lovely lady was more than happy to give a demo you can watch below. All yee knitters, be ready to be awed!


Now have I yet mentioned the many Shetland Sheepies we saw in the course of our day? They're the ones supplying all the fair Isle wool







A lovely, albeit goggle-eyed Shetland sheep.

And the birds! I saw so many birds throughout the day. It was wonderful not having to drive, so I could stare out the window and watch for them. And it always seemed as though Sarah could read my mind, suddenly stopping so I could have a go at grabbing some shots photos. 

Whooper Swan looking all Elegant

Whooper Swans

Greyleg Geese were strewn about the island

As were European Oystercatchers, always paired up

My favorite - a solitary Northern Lapwing

Our last stop of the day was a unique spot and outdoor cultural site. There, 7 different cultures over the four thousand years, settled. The site is Jarlshof located on a bit of land that juts out on a bay. There, Bronze Age people built round houses, on top of which Iron age people later built their homes. On the ruins of the previous, Vikings built longhouses. On the ruins of the Viking era, British lords built a grand manor. All choice the site with an eye on the Bay.

Walking long a stone wall to Jarlshof entrance building

Making our way through the information packed visitor center

Below is where the earliest house ruins sit - they are Neolithic roundhouses.

Walking alongside broch ruins, and below manor house ruins

Ila, disappearing after Sarah, into a 'wheel house' doorway that leads down into...

How the round or 'wheel' house looks today

How a wheel house would have looked in use

View of area where Viking Long Houses sat

Cutaway of how Viking Long Houses would have looked 

The visit at Jarlshof was the last event of the day. There are loads more spots we visited that aren't covered in this post but it shows the highlights. Overall the day on Shetland was a fun and informative day. I think I can say for myself and Ila that we feel as though we have a friend on Shetland.

Here I intended to post a short video I took of adorable Puffins. But 'twix then and now I ran across videos by a young lady on Shetland who shares her island life on her YouTube channel.

Here is the girl telling how gossip goes on Shetland. I love this as it gives a wee Shetland geography lesson and the common folk's names - on the side.


Still on for my short vid of puffins then? Go here... Scottish Puffins.