Linlithgow Palace

Started out this morning at the splendid Linlithgow Palace. It was one of the main castles of the Scottish royals prior to James VI of Scotland becoming James I of England in 1603. He promptly fucked off to London, only to return once in 23 years as king of both countries. The palace burned in 1746 and was never rebuilt but the ruins still stand. The building is huge, and I didn't really have the inclination to see all of it, as ruin fatigue is slowly setting in. Just trust me when I say it's worth a visit, mmmkay?

In the king's reception hall, he had colored glass installed, so that the sunlight seemed to reflect the colors of the rainbow.


James V had this lovely fountain built.


He and his daughter, Mary Queen of Scots, were born at Linlithgow. Mary was born in the nursery on the second level.


Boobies!


The great hall, where the nobles would be seated and the plebs would serve drink and food.


The fireplace in the great hall was the largest in all of Scotland.


Our two young guides; I believe their names were Adam and Katie.


Rats with wings.


Even a king needed a shitter.