I have just uploaded and labeled 15 pictures. Except for the first one in MN, they are all in Scotland. We started in Glasgow and drove to nearby Troon. From there, we drove to Inverness and then to Edinburgh before going into England. Driving in the UK was quite an experience for Roger. He decided to rent a car with an automatic transmission and was very thankful he did. He had a general idea that he might not want to try a manual transmission while learning to drive on the other side. It was a good thing too because we had an "incident" in Troon.
It was garbage pick up day and the containers were out. We were trying to find our B & B and Maureen's house. It was hard to see house numbers or names so we were paying a lot of attention to that and forgot about the garbage containers. Roger drove too close to the side of the road; did I mention that these roads were a lot more narrow than the ones we are accustomed to? He scraped the side of the car against the garbage containers. The mirror snapped off. This was stressful and would remain a stressor until we returned the car.
We had made arrangements via e-mail with a lot of the places we would stay, both in the UK and on the Continent. Especially for our first night we thought we did not want to look for a place to stay on our own. The one we selected was very close to Maureen's home and that felt good to us. The woman was a lot of fun to correspond with on the internet and that made me like her a lot. When we found the B & B, no one was home. Eventually when we found Maureen, she told us that the woman had contacted her as we had told the woman where we ultimately wanted to go. The woman's husband was very ill and in one hospital; her mother or his mother was also very ill and in another hospital. The woman was quite frazzled by running between two hospitals. Maureen gave us the message the woman would not be able to keep our arrangements. We were never able to make contact with the woman, not even by e-mail when we returned home. Even now, I find myself wondering how she was and what she was doing. I gather that she never reopened the B & B.
We went into the central business district of Troon where we found the library. The librarians showed Roger a listing of B & B's. A lot could not take us but Roger did find Mrs. Sinclair. She was a little strange but she did say that she could take us. She would not have a breakfast for us in the morning, at most some toast and tea. I could see Maureen any where but near her house. She was extremely concerned that we might bang our suitcases against her walls so she would carry them upstairs for us and my but why did we have such heavy ones. She took us to a very small room with two single beds which was just fine with us. We only wanted to drop into them and sleep.
Roger chatted with Mrs. Sinclair. He is very good with elderly, crotchety people. She decided to change our room so we could have a double bed. We were fine with the original arrangement but this room did have a little more space in it. In the morning, she decided that we should have a traditional Scottish oatmeal breakfast for our first morning in Scotland. She also prepared bacon, toast, marmalade, and tea for us. Roger engaged her in a very interesting conversation. I still think she was a little strange.