Well, sorry to disappoint, but as awesome as a palace made of scones would be, this one is actually Scone Palace – pronounced ‘Scoone’. No, I have no idea why. Adds a nice twist to the whole, “How do you pronounce the word ‘scone'” debate, though, doesn’t it?
Anyway, Scone Palace is the place where all the ancient kings of Scotland used to be crowned, while sitting on the Stone of Scone. The real stone is now in Edinburgh Castle, but there’s a replica of it at Scone, which you can sit on while shouting “QUEEN OF DRAGONS!” – and by “you”, I obviously mean “me”. We didn’t go there for any of that, though: actually, we mostly went for the sunshine, because OMG, people, do you SEE that sunshine? Yes, summer FINALLY arrived in Scotland this week, so, as is our custom, as soon as the sun came out. Terry and I dropped everything and ran outside to bask in it.
We settled on Scone on our destination for the day, mostly because we had a Groupon for it which had to be used by the end of the month, but also because of the stunning grounds, which were just full of colour, and the most amazing scents – it was a bit like stepping into a painting or something. There were also horses (YAY!), peacocks, a maze (No, we didn’t get lost: Terry prides himself on his navigation skills, and had us in and out of that thing in 10 minutes…) and some ACTUAL scones (the baked ones) in the cute little gift shop. Oh, and there was also a large amount of sunscreen, because did I mention that the sun came out? The sun came out. I am the happiest woman alive.
WEARING: Bernie Dexter dress c/o Unique Vintage; ancient cardigan; Payless wedges[separator type=”thin”]