Fell in with a silver haired bantam of a tour guide; heard the first Scottish brogue of the trip. The tour guide made the castle, with both a) steely eyed, burred "hatred of the English!" and b) charmingly cocked hat.
He wore no kilt, but that's alright. We can't have everything, and, really, that might have been too much.
Stirling Castle, to sum up, briefly, briefly: Braveheart.
