Recap...

The rain hammered down on us as we climb the uneven, wet cobblestone road to Stirling Castle. Me with my hat down, eyes barely peeking out, Bill with shoulders hunched, jacket zippered, hands in his pockets trudging forward, as couples huddle in doorways, tourists making a mad dashes for the closest cafe, children no where to be found and all I could think about as we move closer to the looming presence of the formidible castle is Henry V speech: with apologies to Shaakespeare
Once more into the breech dear friends, once more or fill the wall with our English dead
You who mothers beget you, dishonor not your fathers
Show us that you are worth your mettle of your breeding, which I doubt not
For there is none of you so mean and base that does not have noble luster in his eyes
On, on, you noblest England