Rags to Riches

We packed up and left fawlty towers - the last straw being when we headed down for breakfast only to find the whole hotel closed and nobody home, kitchen locked and hotel in darkness, not even a soul to hand in key to or ask where our shrekkin' breakfasts were. Wish we had checked reviews on trip advisor before it had been booked, michty, our experience of greasy walls, black caked carpets, musty rooms, hellhole bathrooms, stained bed covers (urghhh), stained walls (had there been some murders??) and website photos that must have been CGI'd by PIXAR, had been experienced by so many other lucky folk too. I got cathartic on myself at night, safe back at home on my own sofa amidst my own dirt, when i registered on trip advisor and let rip. Aye, it was truly boggin', as we say in these parts. I'd better not say the hotel name, but i will be using trip advisor from now on........

After grabbing a breakfast in Greigs in Pitlochry (classy i know, but (s)miles better than the hotel; i mean sam got porridge, I got a croissant, affa posh) we headed on down to Dave and the kids' ancestral Stuart seat, Stirling Castle, home of Mary Queen of Scot and many others. I'm just waiting for their jacobean blood to kick in......