Castles in her Hair

Travelling around Britain in the cause of enlightenment has recently taken me from Wales to Scotland.  I have been told that...


...the Australian dollar is doing very well against stirling, hence my journey northwards.

Mary of Guise greeted me on my arrival for luncheon at Stirling Castle yesterday, though tomorrow I must travel onwards to meet Robert the Bruce for afternoon tea.  I am looking forward to trying some of his well known scones at Scone.  He has been known to provide very uncomfortable stone seats, however.

Mary is a woman I very much admire, like so many other unfortunate consorts.  She is very pleased I did not need to travel through Solway Moss on my way to meet her, and she is hoping that French may soon be the national language of Scotland.

I am finding castles to be situated in rather windy places.  No wonder the ladies here keep their hair completely covered.  My public relations team has suggested I do likewise, especially if I have a castle-shaped fascinator above my forehead.

Now, I must examine the political situation before venturing further.  It appears that the Scottish populace frequently fails to examine democracy in the context of analogy.  Perhaps they, like the British in general, do not have the foggiest ability to accept necessary complexities.  The Australians are frequently little better, though they do at least manage to fill in multiple choice questionnaires at election times.

My travels around the British countryside have been quite perplexing in several ways, especially as there are bushfires in quite a few areas.