The hunters hunted today. I’m told it was a very successful day. Everyone happy and exhausted.

The not-hunters toured around Perthshire and the Kingdom of Fife with our wonderful and patient tour guide Ian, henceforth to be known as Ian the Legendary.

Drove through miles of agricultural areas – field after field of barley, turnips, and potatoes. I’m told there are more sheep than people in the Highlands of Scotland. I’m pretty sure I saw all of those sheep today.

Saw the world’s tallest hedge. It was planted in 1745, and stands at 120 feet tall. All I wanted to know is who is in charge of trimming this beast.

Visited the Scone (pronounced scoon, not scone) Palace, where Scottish Kings from were crowned from the 800s to 1500s. But even more important than Scottish kings, were the pride of free roaming peacocks on the property. I did not feed or tease them. I may have entered their personal space to take pics. They didn’t seem to mind.

Had lunch on the 18th hole of the golf course at St. Andrews. I’ve never played a round of golf in my life, but I’m told St. Andrews is nice. Bit windy, but nice. Had yummy fish and chips with mushy peas . . . and another delicious cider.

Stopped at the House of Cashmere in St. Andrews. Bought soft, plaid things.

Drove through every hedgerow in the middle of nowhere, Scotland to get to Glenalmond Tweed – a private tailor that specializes in Harris Tweed. Totally worth the car sickness. Wow. What fabulous stuff. Bought myself a handmade tweed jacket, and a tweed/fur hat that will make my daughter cringe. It’s glorious.

Tried something called samphire tonight. It’s a seaweed related to parsley that grows in Scotland’s shorelines and mudflats. It looks like tiny asparagus — salty and herbal, and absolutely delicious.