Yes, that is a real napkin from the real Cawdor Castle in Nairn, Scotland, where I was only a week and two days ago. Sigh. I miss it already. Those of you who’ve been following my Facebook page know that Hubby and I went on a 12 day trip to Liverpool, Inverness, Edinburgh, and York to celebrate his 60th birthday. It was a blast. (Except for the part where Hubby drove a rental car in Inverness during the hour or so that the Olympics torch passed through it–we couldn’t get anywhere AND we were on the wrong side of the road!)
This was my first time in Scotland ever, so I was surprised to see how much the English are still wary of the Scots, especially the Highland ones, and vice-versa. There were little barbs here and there about each other. And Scotland had its own currency, which is accepted everywhere in Scotland, but not everywhere in England (apparently it’s not technically considered “legal tender”–I have no idea what that means, since the money was all usable in Scotland). In York Minster they spoke of having to defend against the Scots as if it were yesterday; in Edinburgh, they spoke of having to defend against the English. The conflict is all still there, just subsumed under two hundred years of the Union. I felt like I’d stepped back into history. Which just made everything even more cool!
So now I have to decide if I want to do another Scotland-set book. My problem is that if I do, it will probably be a book about a Scottish lady and an English second son. No kilted gentlemen. And readers seem to really like those kilted gentlemen.
What about you? Do you like Scottish books? Or do they only work for you if the hero is a Highlander wearing a kilt? Did you know that Scotland had its own currency of sorts? Have you ever visited Scotland? What was your favorite part?