Bitten by Britain?
(All right, that’s a terrible one, but heck, I’m having too much fun to care!)
So, here’s a (very) quick round-up of the highlights of my Great British (ha ha!) trip so far. This is going to be written very quickly, so excuse any typos, etc.
Without doubt this has to be Hamlet performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company at Stratford-on-Avon. It was just fabulous — both the performances and getting to see celebrated actors like Patrick Stewart and David Tennant in the flesh. (Yes, Stewart has terrific presence, and yes, Tennant is really skinny.) Not to mention the whole stage door experience with Tennant (Hamlet) and Oliver Ford Davies (Polonius).
Wow. This shouldn’t be so hard. The Loch Ness was beautiful; Scotland itself was beautiful. Those lovely accents, the kilts…! All I can say is that the Scottish Highlands are still on my list of places to visit. There’s so much to see.
Edinburgh was vastly different from Inverness, where I spent three days. By itself it is a beautiful historic city. And if one is a Rebus fan, of course, it takes on a whole new meaning, like it did for me. With the Edinburgh Festival on, it was crowded with tourists and performers. Altogether a marvellous experience, getting caught up in the atmosphere of it all. Even for someone like me, who is a self-confessed recluse with a dislike of crowds.
The imposing architecture (oh, I climbed the Scott Monument and have a certificate to prove it; also walked the Royal Mile from Edinburgh Castle to Holyrood Palace/the Scottish Parliament) gives it a beautiful skyline. Of course, it’s a big city, with a traffic problem :-/ … and I did get lost trying to find my B&B!
It’s fascinating how different the Scots are from the English. It makes you understand why the English are sometimes referred to as bland. The Scots, at the least the ones I came in contact with, take a lot of pride in their Scottishness (as different from Britishness, I mean). And that music of theirs is perfectly lovely and haunting — somehow blending just right with the surroundings, be it in the Highlands or the historic Edinburgh architecture.
And… just for the record, men look great in skirts (I could say kilts, but I won’t); I have no idea why they insist on wearing trousers.
Well, watch this space!