Chris D.
Yelp
Day 6 was populated almost entirely by Tantallon castle, one of the strangest fortifications in all of Scotland. Mark my words now, at some point in my writing--my fiction writing--I will have a castle like Tantallon featured. Not any shape you're accustomed with castles, Tantallon is comprised of single great wall acting as a defensive structure protecting the land behind it. It's what's called a promontory fort because, well, it guards a promontory--that is, an outcropping of land from a cliff wall. This is different from places like Stirling or Edinburgh which simply occupy a crag. What need is there to erect a wall fringing a cliff looking out over the sea? There aren't many of these in the world, making Tantallon a unique artifact. It can also be called a curtain wall castle. Where a curtain wall usually surrounds a castle, here the curtain wall IS the castle. Just make a huge wall a dozen feet thick and construct the rooms within it. The great hall was set aside, in the only wall not facing the countryside. Received guests wouldn't enter through the gate and waltz straight to the lord; they'd have to take a left and then climb some stairs, followed by right. The poor condition of Tantallon comes from the fact that it's been involved in various wars over the course of six hundred years.
As for the specifics of the day, my girlfriend and her family (not awkward) took us out of Edinburgh to Tantallon castle on the only day the clouds decided to spit...but only spit. While at Tantallon, water didn't fall with enough volume to even warrant opening my umbrella. It was also November. Add both of those facts together and my girlfriend and I ended up being the only ones at the castle. And I do mean only, we couldn't even find an employee, only a note claiming the solitary custodian was working the grounds. We never found him or her, and we hung around for a while, exploring every room. Tantallon was rumored to be haunted...maybe the ghost was the employee?
So wait, you're thinking, you and your girlfriend were alone in a castle...all by yourself? Could that have been any more romantic?
Well, yes, we could and should have packed a lunch. If her parents weren't waiting in a car, we should have sat on a bench looking out to Bass Rock for an hour while sharing a glass of red wine. This is a picnic waiting to happen. Alas, after an hour, we left, but not before taking numerous photos of this desolate and abandoned fortress. And no...there was no ghost.