Throwback Thursday: 10 Years Ago in Scotland

Ten years ago this month, on a visit to Scotland, I learned it isn’t always wise to grab a bull by the horns.

Photo taken Aug. 15, 2005 (MrB’s birthday!).

Meet Hamish.

Nervous about the horns even at a distance.

Hamish the Highland cattle was one of several interesting animal-related sights in Scotland. I immediately sought out the statue of Greyfriars Bobby, a Skye terrier who supposedly spent 14 years guarding the grave of his owner.

At the Bobby statue. I still have that sleeveless turtleneck despite its sad history. Click to read the original post about the top.

I met some peacocks on the grounds of a castle. I love the ones with the traditional blue/green plumage …

I still have that McQueen jacket and Prada purse.

… but white peacocks are pretty special too.

Strut!

Certain city people get very excited about sheep.

Free-range sweaters!

Unfortunately, I failed to find the Loch Ness monster. Poodle Maps was brand-new back in 2005, and nowhere near as sophisticated as it is now. Today, you can search for Nessie via Street View. Once you find her, you can take her for a 22-minute ride across the loch. Please ask her nicely!

There are so many fascinating historical sites in Scotland, including Edinburgh Castle, the standing stones of Kilmartin Glen …

Kinda like Stonehenge, but smaller.

… the ruins of Urquhart Castle (on the banks of Loch Ness) …

I love a good ruin.

… and Peter Pan author J.M. Barrie’s home.

A nice little pad.

I also enthusiastically took in everything related to Mary, Queen of Scots. (Two years later, I was designing jewelry inspired by Mary.)

When traveling, it’s important to stop and smell the roses pose with flowers …

I got rid of those Jil Sander khakis just a couple of years ago.

… and take photos of entertaining signs.  MrB and I use the word “wee” a lot, as in “Gigi the dog is going to wee on the rug if you don’t walk her this minute!”

If you drink too much at the Stagger Inn, you’ll be Staggering Out.

Don’t tell me you’d be able to resist taking a picture of this street name in St. Andrews.

As long as you can resist grabbing Hamish’s horns, it’s all good!

How about that hair style and those khaki pants, though? I was only six months out of my last corporate job, and my style had yet to adjust.