You guys. We can't write about vibrators and boar ejaculate all of the time. I mean, unless someone wants to pay me to write a sex column. But they'd have to pay me in real money, not some sort of primitive bartering system for dildos. Money talks, dudes.
But in the mean time, we still have this blog to run. Which typically focuses on Scotland and vet school and Chihuahuas and only recently became hyper-conscious of semen. So as an ode to our roots, I'm going fill you in on some of the more wholesome outings we've been on lately.
The pig farm was far enough off the bus route that I decided to rent a car for the week. Which is definitely one of the perks of being over 25 while living in a foreign country. So I picked up the car a day early and took myself out to North Berwick, Scotland to explore a little bit. I was kind of nervous to drive because when I rented a car back in April I did that thing where you crash the car a little bit and have to bring it back to the rental company expecting to get yelled at, but actually they were still really nice to you even though you declined to get the insurance on it, and it wasn't even because you were a girl or because you were pretty but because they were totally awesome people who laughed at you a little bit and then wanted to hear all about the obstetric gloves you still had hanging out of your pocket. Y'know? So regardless of the fact that you have had a tiny hiccup driving and probably have a little bit of PTSD from the smash incident, and even though it was all Kim's fault that you smashed the car to begin with, you still have to get on with things.
Because driving a car can't be outside of your comfort zone. Because you're an independent woman. And when something makes you nervous, you have to fight that and jump right in. And then you realize after another week of driving on the opposite side of the road that it's really no big deal. Mission accomplished, next challenge, please.
At any rate, North Berwick was absolutely beautiful. And the roads were only occasionally harrowingly narrow. Which, I think, counts as a win. I drove out to see Tantallon Castle, catch a glimpse of the coast, and see Bass Rock. You guys can check out the whole set HERE or click on the Flickr icon to the right.
Bass Rock is a seabird sanctuary that sits about a mile off of the mainland in the Firth of Forth. Throughout history the rock has served as a refuge for a reclusive evangelist in the 600s, and a political prison for enemies of King James I in the 1400s.
Tantallon Castle is a 14th century fortress that overlooks the Firth of Forth. It was built by a nobleman named William Douglas and allowed the Earls of Angus to oversee the area for the next 300 years. It was attacked by Oliver Cromwell's army in 1651 and was abandoned as a result of the damage.
Love & Rocky Shorelines,
Check out the whole set HERE or click on the Flickr icon to the right.