Saturday, September 12, 2009

i met a princess. she commanded we sail to the nearest pub.


Culzean Castle in Scotland. derived from Cuilean, meaning the place of caves.


gardens of Culzean.


back side of Culzean.


the entire property sits on a cliff overlook the ocean.


it is surrounded by more forest than i have ever seen.


carrot soup and a crusty roll on the cliffs of Culzean.


a bridge so lovely you wonder what it would be like for your feet to loose themselves on the other side.


a tiny coastal town where everything closes at 6pm.


i can't imagine anything but a pretty day in Ayr. it took us forever to get here because we lost someone who was found the whole time.


my first beer in the UK. Stella Artois. the cheap stuff.

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