This post is for my Excellent Father.
Excellent Father is Very Proud of our family's partial Scottish origins.
Excellent Father is Very Proud of our family's partial Scottish origins.
Some research has revealed that our family, the Jamesons,
were part of Clan Stewart (WHY YES THAT IS THE ROYAL CLAN),
and originated on the Isle of Bute.
AKA I am descended from Highlander Islanders.
were part of Clan Stewart (WHY YES THAT IS THE ROYAL CLAN),
and originated on the Isle of Bute.
AKA I am descended from Highlander Islanders.
The principal town on the island, Rothesay, was a popular
holiday destination for Glaswegians during the Victorian era.
It is still reached by ferry, so I decided to take a day trip there.
Inside the ferry from Weymess Bay to Rothesay.
And arriving on Beautiful Bute.
Rothesay Harbour.
Looking over gardens out to the water.
Going into town.
Picture Bute; Bute Angling.
I love how old-fashioned the store fronts are.
Rothesay is a bit run down, a shadow of its Victorian glory.
Case in point.
Sleepy Rothesay.
Stuart Street.
Bute Butcher.
Rothesay Cottage.
39.
Yes, Rothesay is a royal burgh.
So naturally there's a medieval castle smack dab
in the middle of the Victorian town.
And yes, Rothesay Castle has a MOAT !!
How fab.
It's not a super exciting castle.
But it did play a major role in defense against
the Vikings, who fought with the Scots for control of the isles.
Let's enter.
The Great Hall was heavily restored by the Victorians.
The rest of the castle is in ruins.
It was often visited by the Stewart kings during their
cruises around the isles.
And the heir to the kingdom of Scotland
was traditionally known as the Duke of Rothesay.
To this day, Prince Charles is known as the Duke of
Rothesay, not Prince of Wales, when he's in Scotland.
Chapel Royal.
I love exploring ruined castles.
Climb to the top of the Bloody Stair.
From there you get the best views of the town and Highlands.
Et plus.
You also encounter Rothesay's primary residents.
And I went down to the seawall.
And back to the water.
Drove me like a magnet, to the sea, to the sea.
The water off Bute looks pitch black.
I believe in the sand beneath my toes.
The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling.
I believe in the faith that grows.
How'd you like to live in one of those houses ?
Closer look.
Sherbet houses & postboxes.
The fabulously 1930s Pavilion.
And blue skies appeared.
Which meant it was time for the world famous Zavaroni's.
And a uniquely Rothesay treat.
I'm beyond broke, so I couldn't afford the fresh fish & chips.
But I had to get this in honour of Mama J.
Wandering down the "boardwalk" with a Top Hat in hand, mmmm.
Boat.
Sunshine lighting up Rothesay.
Can you believe there are palm trees in the Highlands ?
Well, believe it.
Rothesay's Victorian Green.
And its pretty "Discovery Centre."
Not sure what it was originally, but it contained a restaurant.
Blue.
Across the street, the grand Victoria Hotel.
And Victorian Toilets, lolz.
They are still in use!
My ferry.
xx
holiday destination for Glaswegians during the Victorian era.
It is still reached by ferry, so I decided to take a day trip there.
Inside the ferry from Weymess Bay to Rothesay.
And arriving on Beautiful Bute.
Rothesay Harbour.
Looking over gardens out to the water.
Going into town.
Picture Bute; Bute Angling.
I love how old-fashioned the store fronts are.
Rothesay is a bit run down, a shadow of its Victorian glory.
Case in point.
Sleepy Rothesay.
Stuart Street.
Bute Butcher.
Rothesay Cottage.
39.
Yes, Rothesay is a royal burgh.
So naturally there's a medieval castle smack dab
in the middle of the Victorian town.
And yes, Rothesay Castle has a MOAT !!
How fab.
It's not a super exciting castle.
But it did play a major role in defense against
the Vikings, who fought with the Scots for control of the isles.
Let's enter.
The Great Hall was heavily restored by the Victorians.
The rest of the castle is in ruins.
It was often visited by the Stewart kings during their
cruises around the isles.
And the heir to the kingdom of Scotland
was traditionally known as the Duke of Rothesay.
To this day, Prince Charles is known as the Duke of
Rothesay, not Prince of Wales, when he's in Scotland.
Chapel Royal.
I love exploring ruined castles.
Climb to the top of the Bloody Stair.
From there you get the best views of the town and Highlands.
Et plus.
You also encounter Rothesay's primary residents.
And I went down to the seawall.
And back to the water.
Drove me like a magnet, to the sea, to the sea.
The water off Bute looks pitch black.
I believe in the sand beneath my toes.
The beach gives a feeling, an earthy feeling.
I believe in the faith that grows.
How'd you like to live in one of those houses ?
Closer look.
Sherbet houses & postboxes.
The fabulously 1930s Pavilion.
And blue skies appeared.
Which meant it was time for the world famous Zavaroni's.
And a uniquely Rothesay treat.
I'm beyond broke, so I couldn't afford the fresh fish & chips.
But I had to get this in honour of Mama J.
Wandering down the "boardwalk" with a Top Hat in hand, mmmm.
Boat.
Sunshine lighting up Rothesay.
Can you believe there are palm trees in the Highlands ?
Well, believe it.
Rothesay's Victorian Green.
And its pretty "Discovery Centre."
Not sure what it was originally, but it contained a restaurant.
Blue.
Across the street, the grand Victoria Hotel.
And Victorian Toilets, lolz.
They are still in use!
My ferry.
xx
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