Scotland's Swan Song

Today is our last full day in Scotland. This morning we took a stroll to Shiela's old haunts as a secondary student in Stockbridge. And boy was the weather willing. In fact, except for Saturday, it's been fantastic. It almost seems as though the country knows we are leaving, and is trying to get us to change our minds.

Scotland, I'm afraid it's too late.

We went through the park where a dozen or so swans were preening themselves, many shedding the last of their juvenile plumage. I was cautious due to recent experience. I was nearly sure this would happen.