This was our last hotel stop....crazy find, called "The Bridge Inn", easy parking, deckside dining and only 5 minutes from the airport. The community is called Ratho and the canals are there from an earlier era where they transported stone down the canals to rebuild Edinburgh. The room felt luxurious after all our B& B cottage living. Robyn and I had a great time eating dinner and watching a women walking her very reluctant little dog along the canal ( the women was 100 yards away and the dog completely ignored her).
Repacked the suitcases in the morning and readying ourselves for the long flight home. Had breakfast early and had a long chat with the waitress who was from Ireland. Apparently her mother is an author who writes novellas about her families Irish heritage, tracing their difficult path through the famine times.....if you are interested you can get them on Amazon. Her name is Jean Reinhardt and the most current book is " A Pocket Full of Shells".
This was the view from our hotel window when the sun came up.
I think this will be the final post for this grand adventures. No one wants to read about an eleven hour plane flight. We came to Scotland with a family agenda, trying to see the world that Robyn's Dad and Grandparents lived in. The country and the people have been very kind to us. Leaving it is emotional. Have never made a trip like this before, not sure if we will make another one or if we will ever visit Scotland again. Robynh doesn't want to look out the window when we leave and I think I understand why. Two generations of her family chose to leave Scotland to seek prosperity during tough times. After spending so much time getting to know this beautiful country, we share a bit in their loss when we leave today.
For those that have followed along reading this blog, thankyou. I apologize now for any misspelled words, or bad grammer. Spell Check was not in the cards for the applications I was using and most nights my writing was reserved for right before bedtime which tended to be around midnight.
I guess I am in the same camp with Ann Morrow Linbergh who I quoted at the beginning of this blog, " the strange race of people who feel half cheated of an experience unless it is retold". It was fun doing it and hope you enjoyed reading about it.
Tom Emme, 10:40 am Thursday July 21, 2016