The Dictionary Project is an exploration of The Century Dictionary…
The Dictionary Project is a post-a-day exploration of The Century Dictionary and Cylopedia, a twelve-volume set printed in New York in 1901. The Project runs from October 1, 2014 to September 30, 2015, and matches volume numbers to calendar months. Volume X is The Atlas, and today is Day 12.
One of my lovely readers/fellow blogging 101 mates (possibly janeydoe57?) requested Scotland when I first put out the call for requests for this project. But now I can’t find her comment; it must have been made in the Commons, rather than here. So I hope she’s following along, because this post is happening a little earlier in the month than I initially thought it would be (when I was planning to do things alphabetically).
I have been to Scotland, once. My husband and I did a little road trip around Southern Scotland in 2011. I loved it. It’s the Land of My Fathers anyway — my dad’s dad was from Dundee, and presumably his forebears were, too. Probably my favourite bits were our visit to Stirling Castle, a marvelously refurbished showcase of local history, and our stop at the Falkirk Wheel, a marvel of modern engineering in a lovely setting, surprisingly quiet for its proximity to the motorway.
We didn’t see Loch Ness on that trip — too far out of the way — but we did see Loch Lomond. Don’t believe the song; there’s only one road there now, and it’s got almost noplace to pull over and take in a view or snap a photo. The southern end is also horribly commercialized, so we gave the shopping mall and beach access a miss, and went around to the other shore, to a pub called the Oak Tree Inn, whose food was so good we had ample cause to regret we weren’t staying there for a couple of days.
My parents are off to Scotland next year; this will be their second visit. I am envious as all get out. Because travel.