This weekend was the annual Marshall Scholars' trip to The Burn, a gorgeous country manor house in the Highlands.
I haven't been back in Scotland for wayyyyyyyy too long; that was quite magnificent. And I believe a grand time was had by all.
We took the train up Friday and had a ceilidh dance (the Scottish version of a country square dance, complete with the bagpipes playing for some of the songs) that evening.
Saturday we packed a heck of a lot in:
St Cyrus Nature Reserve, a beautiful stretch of sandy beach on the east coast of the North Sea. Favourite photo from that is our cheesy feet photo, but innovatively including our group mascot and a Scholar's guide dog, Fathom:
We were then off to Dunnottar Castle, one of the most picturesque in the country. (At least I think so. This isn't even the nice side.)
Our final stop was Fettercairn Distillery, where I did not drink the entirety of this 22,500 litre cask.
Come Sunday, we did a long hike in the Glen Esk, including a view of Queen's Well - where Victoria and Albert supposedly visited. The monument is supposed to be the top of the Crown, one assumes. I have to point out, though, it is instead basically the Holy Handgrenade of Antioch. Kris climbed up it and lobbed a few weapons at Terri...
Other weekend activities included a bonfire, an absurd number of croquet games, and the vaguest pretense of schoolwork. The amount of seriousness involved can be viewed below.
This last is a particular joy for me, as literally no one is looking at the camera except Fathom, who is (as usual), perfectly on point.
And now, back to reality.