“This used to be a boys school. The headmaster was murdered here. That’s the legend anyways.” – Lynda, The Portcullis Hotel, Stirling Scotland. “Do you want to have a look?” The bar under Stirling Castle had been our...
A rusty rapier, a red guitar, and record collection lay strew about the chapel in various states of honor. A turntable sat on the pulpit, backed by an aging Led Zeppelin poster and belting the sounds of Pink...
I gasped as the car skirted the edge of Loch Ness. Leni looked over and cracked a joke, “Did you see the monster?” I wasn’t sure. For a second, I’d seen something through the trees. I know what...
What do you know about Ireland? Dublin is there. They’ve got beer and cliffs and a lucky stone. Chances are, you know somebody who has been there; maybe that somebody is you? This week, I got a first-timer’s...
