Glasgow to Dunfermline, Scotland

Tuesday, August 14, 1928

Jack got a room at Y and I stayed in it too. Glasgow is a dirty, big, uninteresting town. Friday we rode 21 miles to see Loch and Ben Lomond, which were very pretty.

Began to rain at 11 AM and the clouds covering the peak of the Ben were very picturesque. Jack returned to Glasgow, sold his bike, and met me in Dunfermline that night. I rode 30 miles in 2 hours 10 minutes to Stirling and outran the rain. There I saw the Duke and Duchess of York pass through crowded streets. From there I rode to Dunfermline, 24 miles in another hour and a half and put up at the City Hotel.

Saturday the crowded town had a holiday to welcome the royal visitors and I saw them close a number of times. The Duchess is good looking and quite charming. Her husband, 2nd son of King George, is a nice, pleasant young chappie. Sunday Jack and I loafed around all day. Played and sang till girl in office of hotel gave us a cider. Walked through beautiful park and through ruins of Dunfermline Castle of which only a couple of walls and the ground plan remain. The old ballroom, dungeon, circular staircase, etc. are still seen. Also window and part of ceiling of room in which Charles I was born. The church next to it was formerly part, but is now separate and used. Robert the Bruce‘s body is buried there under the altar. The old portion is worn and of medieval architecture. It was built near the 9th or 10th century.

Sunday eve the Robertsons came home and we stayed at their home. Monday it was again both fair and rainy. Drove 25 miles to Glen Eagles with the Dr. and Mairi. A beautiful drive and a beautiful resort in the hills. Had tea and one dance. In the evening we fooled around. Mairi sang while her mother played. She also danced the Highland Fling and Sword Dance. She has a fine voice. I then murdered the piano for a while.

This morning we walked down to the small house where Andrew Carnegie was born in 1835. He died in 1919. There is a museum by the old place now and it is full of interesting things connected with his life. In the evening we drove to the Forth Bridge over the Firth of Forth. It is the largest bridge in the world.

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