Not that it’s possible to actually check, but we’re confidently informed that every snowflake that has ever fallen and every snowflake that will ever fall, is unique. Yet to us they all appear to be identical. Possessing the same characteristics. Based upon a master ice-blueprint.
Having decided to give Stirling Castle a wide birth last week-end (due to the Radio 2 Road Show being in town), we double back, for more of the same. A totally free Park & Ride service drops us right outside – almost. All we have to do is head up to the towering castle that sits four hundred feet above what was once Scotland’s capital.
It’s dour exterior camouflages its bright and lively interior. There’s usually one or two memorable standouts from any such visit. Stirling Castle doesn’t disappoint.
The King’s inner hall houses a magnificent neck-aching ceiling of painted carved oak roundels depicting historical figures.
Craftsman John Donaldson spent five years carving 37 replica Stirling Heads currently on display.
On the ‘Queen’s’ side of the castle, in the Queens Outer Hall, we’re treated to an array of quirky information – gossip-style, by the very amusing Helen Ross. She’s Google’s equivalent when it comes to anything and everything concerning the ‘latest’ tittle-tattle that’s been passed down over the centuries. An expert in textiles, Helen’s been entertaining visitors for the last fifteen years, while busying herself in her latest project.
Our day ends as inmates at the Old Jailhouse. Another amusing and talented story teller engages us with his thirty minute one man show. Scotsman Kyle takes on the role of half a dozen characters that were part of the jail’s 19thC history. However, that of Frederick Hill, Scotland’s first Inspector of Prisons, was rather confusing. His interchanging mix of South African and Ozzie accents, only became clearer when we learned that Hill was born a Brummie. Mr S could have provided the necessary tuition.
From time to time an escape would hit the local headlines . . .
