Sassy and salty

The morning began a bit too excitingly, considering that Julia and Courtney rolled out of bed 7 minutes before the bus departed. However, they managed to board the bus sporting the "we woke up like this" look, untoasted toast, and a package of butter.

On our first stop of the day and final one in Scotland, Moffat, we bought 50 plus postcards, Celtic necklaces, and other assorted souvenirs while also having the joy of seeing Ian try on a Scottish kilt. Ian bought a Scottish cap (see the picture below!).  After our shopping spree, we decided to stroll through the town, which we decided would be very unpleasant during a zombie apocalypse considering its gigantic graveyard and old, slightly mysterious buildings.

After the next few hours on the bus, we stopped for lunch at a family-run deli restaurant and discussed the despicable nature of V-8 juice. When we were done eating, we explored the duck pond and observed 6 manic ducklings fighting over a piece of bread. Courtney and Julia then decided to frolic in the grass and forest behind the restaurant, until Cassidy was tragically lost. She was never found. She will be remembered. (Just kidding, we found her, but she refused to frolic).

Back on the bus for another umpteen hours, we discovered that Courtney is part rag doll when she sleeps and that Ian swoons at the scent of flowered perfume. Also thanks to Courtney, the sass level on the bus was extremely high.

We arrived at the Jones farm, then headed over to the Leedham family's farm for a pig roast dinner. They made sandwiches with sage stuffing and applesauce with the roast pork.  So good! Courtney took the bullet for Julia and ate her hairy piece of crispy pig skin, and we enjoyed some delicious strawberries with cream before heading back to the Jones' farm for an official tour. We were interested to learn that he feeds his cows parsnips and potatoes, in addition to the rest of his TMR. We also learned that, even though corn/maize cannot be grown in Scotland because of the climate, it is grown in northern England in roughly the same growing season as in the United States.

We moved on to the hotel, which has very nice bathrooms, and called it a night.

Quote of the day: "MAYBE SHE TOOK A SMALL NAP."