Another year, another Christmas. It feels like both a long and short time since I was writing about last years Christmas adventure with the Noble family in the Isle of White. This year was more of a McBryde family affair, as Brendan and Uella are now living in the country and organised a Christmas getaway to the north of Scotland for anyone who was interested.
Day One // The First Leg
I recruited Jessie McKay and Stefan Jacobsen to represent Team Liverpool, and on the 23rd we made our first leg of the drive from Liverpool to Edinburgh. Arriving in the Scottish capital around 7pm we settled into Brendan’s house where we enjoyed chowder and chats over wine into the night. Stef and I camped in the lounge and Jessie enjoyed flatmate Mary’s bed, who was away with her family for Christmas.
Day Two // The Lightning Tour and The Second Leg
It came to our attention that Jessie had never been to Edinburgh before, so I motivated the team to get up early and get a tour of the city in before we disembarked on the second leg of the journey into The Highlands.
We were up and caffeinating by 8am and at the bottom of Arthurs Seat by 8.30. We ascended the mountain as the sun rose, and when we reached the top we got absolutely battered by strong winds and pelting rain. We attempted to admire the city from the top but the wind made it impossible to appreciate the views so we started to descend the mountain again.
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We made our way around the mountain towards the city and did a quick tour up South Bridge street, past the National Museum, along Bank Street with a stop at Elephant House for coffee (where J. K. Rowling supposedly wrote the first Harry Potter novel) and up to the Castle, before finishing on Princes Street and heading back to the car. We drove back to Brendan’s House, had a mouthful of chowder and got on the road north.
We had about a 4 hour window of daylight to get to the Highlands, and we wanted to make as much ground as possible before it got dark. We opted to take a route that would take us straight up the middle of Cairngorms National Park, but just as we were driving out of Blairgowrie we saw signs saying that the road had been blocked by snow. We were yet to see any snow so we kept driving. Boy oh boy had it been snowing. The roads were clear and well gritted but it was clear that we were not getting through that way.
We diverted along a beautifully tranquil farm road, surrounded by rolling snow covered farm land to join back onto the A9, where the setting sun kissed the snow capped mountains as we passed through the valley roads of the Scottish Highlands. We were on the highway for another hour or so before switching to the winding country roads and finding our little house in the pitch black. By 5pm Team Liverpool had the fire on and the whiskey flowing with some Simpsons Christmas episodes to pass the time before the others arrived.
The others arrived a few hours later and got settled in while I made some dinner. We spent the rest of the evening eating, doing jigsaws and playing trivia games.
Day Three // Christmas Day
Everyone was up and about by mid-morning and Stef whipped up some breakfast. People floated in and out of the room to talk to their various family members back in NZ.
Around mid day we stepped out in to the glorious day to see our surroundings. We walked down our little road to find a small castle ruins almost directly across the road from our house. Further down the road was the Glenlivet Distillery, one of a number of Whiskey distilleries in the Speyside area. The distillery was closed to the public over the Christmas period but that didn’t prevent is from smelling the delicious warm malty smells seeping from the vents.
We carried on down the road for a mile or so before starting the walk back to the house for the long afternoon of food prep. I banged some Butternut squash and carrots into a pot and whipped up some soup for lunch before we all started our shifts in the kitchen to prepare our Christmas feast. Our meal was a pescetarian extravaganza. Stef and I were on the Nut Roast and trimmings which we prepared with ease. Jessie and Alice did cheese boards and salads, Midge the hors d’oeuvres and Uella the desserts.
The afternoon of cooking turned to evening and we began grazing our way into the night, with desert around 11.30pm. We were well and truely stuffed and retired to the floor to digest. We all slowly crept of too bed just as it began to snow outside.
Day Four // Boxing Day
We awoke to a glorious sight. The heavens had opened up over night and completely covered the landscape in about 10cm of snow. I threw my clothes on and went out into the streets. The snow was still falling and there was a strong wind throwing the snow to the ground.
We made some breakfast while the others frolicked in the Boxing Day blizzard, Brendan made a packed lunch and by late morning we embarked of a day time adventure.
The 6 of us followed the Smuggler’s Trail to Drumin Castle, across snowy paddocks and sneaky country roads. During this two and a half hour trek we were caught in multiple blizzardy gusts, explored the local farmland and streams, and I tried unsuccessfully operate a sled.
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We stopped in the stables of Drumin Castle and had the sandwiches that Brendan had prepared. After admiring the ruins of the 12 century tower house we continued on our smugglers loop, passing at one point a herd of cows that were grieving the loss of one of their own, which we think had died between the time since we had passed the herd an hour or so prior. Each of the cows were approaching their fallen comrade and bowing their noses to touch the deceased cows face before filing passed. Never thought I’d see a cow grieving.
As we approached the house, Jessie and I fell back and found a nice hill on which we could use the sled I had been carrying for the last two and a half hours. This was such fun!
We returned to la casa and ate more food, played more trivia, watched a film and finished our jigsaws. Before bed we made a plan of attacked for the next day, as it was decided that the others would cut their 4th night in order to drive back at a more leisurely pace and see a bit of the north.
Day Five // Return to Civilisation
We awoke to a great melt. The great snow dump had all but melted away, leaving a fresh bright morning.
We munched down some breaky and got packing and tidying the house. We were on the road by 11am, heading east to Dunnottar Castle, just south of Aberdeen.
By 1pm we were wandering the mainland ground of this medieval fortress. The castle was situated on the end of a large mouth, so we walked to high cliffs of the mouth to reached an elevated point on which stood a large roman styled beacon which was a memorial to the two World Wars. We admired the surrounding landscape before walking back to the castle.
Jessie and I descended the stairs to beach level to attempt access to the castle. On reaching to door and finding it closed with a sign reiterating this fact, I began dramatically banging on the door and hollering greatings over the fortification walls as if to attract the attention of one of the soldiers that would have guarded this walls some hundreds of years ago. Thinking no one was in I was startled when a wee man opened the door and said they were open at 10am the next morning. I was lost for words while Jessie couldn’t help but laugh. We do have fun.
We returned to the cars and drove down to St Andrews, which I had visited about a year and a half ago. It was pretty dark by the time we got there but there was talk of the best Fish’n’Chips in Scotland. So using my supreme memory and navigation skills I found the way to Cromar’s Fish and Chips. We did a wee walk around the town while munching our Haddock past the ruined St Andrews Cathedral and Castle.
Once everyone had had enough we jumped in the cars on last time and made our way back to Edinburgh, where team Liverpool would stay another night. Team Edinburgh arranged a wee pub crawl for us to wrap up our Christmas time, so we spent the remainder of the evening sipping on pints and giggling while enjoying the hospitality of half a dozen of Leith Walks finest establishments.
Day Six // Return to the Pool
Back to reality. The three of us packed up our traps, had some toast and coffee and said our goodbyes. By mid-morning we were back on the road. We made a stop in Carlisle and had a walk around the Castle and attractive central city. We were most taken by an installation of welded musical instruments in a park which we enjoyed playing for ten minutes.
After an hour and a half we hopped back in the car and made our way back to Liverpool where we were welcomed by a dinner party of friends. Alas, we had to say goodbye to J McKay as she returned to her big shot life in the big city.
The best of times; the blerst of times. Merry Christmas readers!