EDINBURGH/NEW HAVEN

EDINBURGH/NEW HAVEN

As luck would have it, we all arrived at Compass Road at the same time. We laughed our way through breakfast and as we were leaving, one woman said to Bill: "I want to sit at your table. You are having so much fun!"

We met again to board the tender for our shore excursion to Scone Palace, pronounced 'skoon' which means beautiful not 'skone' like the biscuit. The weather was dreadful - 11 degrees, windy, and pouring rain. We were glad we had decided to wear our rain pants and jackets. The tender ride was an adventure in itself - 20 minutes of rolling and pitching. The hour-or-so bus ride took us through some lovely countryside. Scone Palace is the ancestral home of the Murray family and is the place where the Scottish Kings were crowned. We saw a replica of the throne and the "Stone of Destiny" which now resides in London. We were shown through the public areas of the house - the family lives in apartments upstairs. We admired the extensive carved ivory collection. We spent too short a time in the gardens in the rain taking pictures of the numerous peacocks - including a white albino one before heading back to Edinburgh in time to catch the last tender to the ship.

The group met again - this time in the observation lounge - where we were asked to join the solo travellers group. We explained that we didn't like to go to dinner before 8 and politely declined the invitation. We managed to close the dining room once again - and if possible laughed even more. We now have 3 versions of the word "Fabulous" to use on different occasions as well as adding divine and adorable to our list of adjectives. We are not known as the "Fab Five Minus One" for nothing.

Tonight, the Captain warned us of extremely heavy seas and to expect much pitching and rolling from about 5 in the morning til 2 in the afternoon tomorrow. We'll see how we cope with that.

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