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There were possibly twenty reasons why I hung the sign on my study door reading, 'Gone to Scotland... back in a month.'
Reason number one: I was compelled to languish on a stone bench in the rocky high grounds of Edinburgh Castle, eyes closed, savoring the sweet sound of bagpipes echoing through the centuries-old stillness. The only thrill that could possibly surpass the bagpipes would be the sensory awakening at the Edinburgh Tattoo. Beyond that, my list included a longing to revisit the lochs in hopes of glimpsing the elusive Nessie, a craving for the earthy taste of haggis, a penchant for a lively Scottish reel and jig, and a need to purchase genuine Scottish shortbread. I also yearned for an authentic Scottish coat, gloves, and matching tam-o-shanter, the sight of a man in a kilt (preferably bending over to tie his shoelaces), and the desire to potter around a certain famous viaduct crossing.
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Fil Bufalo is an engaging writer of humorous narrative travel. She enjoys painting, gardening and reading, in that order. Not house painting, digging trenches or reading IKEA flat pack instructions; just plain old landscape painting, plain old weeding, and plain old reading historical romances. Fil was a teacher for far too long and is now enjoying her newfound career as a writer. In her spare time, Fil likes to sit on a beach chair and stare out to sea.
