Glasgow's Merchant City

A couple of years ago I rolled out a series of Itinerary Ideas articles that highlighted different areas of Scotland. When I’d written as many as I could, I couldn’t help but notice there were still some glaring holes on the map. It was this process that kickstarted the planning of my subsequent trips – I needed to dig into and explore these areas in more depth, but one part of Scotland — the most populous part — slipped off the radar: Glasgow. I am rectifying that today with a batch of itinerary ideas to help you make the most of a visit to Scotland’s most metropolitan region.

These Scotland Itinerary Ideas articles collect many of my previous articles on the selected region into one place… Read more...

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The National Trust for Scotland's Craigower Hill

It’s hard to imagine a trip to Scotland that doesn’t involve interacting with at least a handful of the country’s historic sites. The bulk of my trips to Scotland revolve around visiting the innumerable castles, ruins, and other sites of natural beauty and importance that litter the landscape, and the same holds true for so many of you seeking to take a deep draught of Scotland’s historical and cultural richness. If you’re in the midst of planning a trip to Scotland, or just mulling over one in your head, you’ve probably got a list of places you’d like to visit.

As you might expect, many of these visits are not free. The preservation and maintenance of Scotland’s historic sites requires funding, without which their permanence would surely dwindle until they were eventually lost. Nobody wants that. Read more...

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The Brahan Seer Plaque in Fortrose

I’m happy to bring you today’s post from David McNicoll of Highland Experience USA. David is something of a sage on Scottish history (and really, all things Scottish), and today he shares one of the spookier tales from Scotland’s past. Enjoy and happy holidays!

It had certainly been a rough week since the Scarlet Fever had taken hold in the school, and recently many of the boys had taken a turn for the worse, but for now all seemed quiet in the makeshift ward. Feeling the need for a stretch of her legs the duty nurse decided on a five-minute break and headed out the door for some fresh air. As the door shut, Francis Mackenzie, Lord Seaforth, awoke. Seaforth, a twelve-year-old lad found himself alone in the gloom, scanning the room… Read more...

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