Of the many shortened words used in the ‘English’ language, few can sound more Scottish than the word brolly. One can imagine it’s a word that’s had more use over the centuries in this rainy north western region than perhaps other parts of Britain.
Of course, it’s no longer considered effeminate, or a social sin for a man to own and use such an apparatus. Thanks for that, lie with the 18thC pioneer Jonas Hanway. A brave man of his time; he dared to brazenly walk the streets of rainy London brandishing his brolly.
Day 4 – We move further west heading towards Culzean Castle Camping, a few miles south of Ayr and tomorrow’s go-to. Unsurprisingly called Culzean Castle! We’re making hay while the remains of this dry and balmy weather lasts.
Having more castles per square mile than anywhere else in the UK, the Scottish road sides are literally littered with brown signs. Invitations to the tourist to ‘come hither’. We do just that. Turn right. Go see what’s remaining of Castle Kennedy.
You can’t have too much of a good thing. Across the way, we discover that the burned out ruin of Castle Kennedy sits in the grounds of Lochinch Castle.
Day 6 – A fifteen minute walk from site leads to today’s treat. The stunning cliff-top Culzean Castle.
In those days, owners of such properties would go to great lengths to impress their guests . . .
It’s always a bonus when you come across a small ‘thing’ of delight . . .