The bus ride to Scotland was a bitch. We left at 8:30AM and got there around 7PM. Luckily we had lots of potty breaks along the way cuz hoooly shit did I drink a lot of water. During one stop at Richmond or something-shire we got to go to the remains of a castle. The town was adorable and made me think of the location in Hot Fuzz, pre-massacre. We were able to climb all over the castle ruins, but I imagine even if there were 'keep off' signs I wouldn't have listened. I spent far too much of my childhood at parks and up trees to pass up a playground like that. I don't think Europe has any safety laws either because I distinctly remember there being windows in the walls with no bars in front of them. Not to mention the whole thing was on top of a cliff with no baracade surrounding it. The views from the edges though were well worth the possible plunge to my death.
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