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Scotland: Aberdour Castle

Tuesday started with a drive over to Aberdour Castle, which is one of two standing castles in Scotland built as early as the beginning of the 1200s (the other is Castle Sween, over on the west coast). I'll turn the word over to myself, at TripAdvisor:
"Aberdour Castle has some very nice rooms and some ruins that are just like umpteen other Scottish castles, but has less of the history to go with it. The terraced garden and the dovecot are nice, as is the bowling green. Not terribly interesting, but definitely worth a visit if you're in the area."

The most entertaining thing to happen all day was when I presented my lifetime membership card at the entrance and the girl on duty quipped that they were supposed to curtsey to life members.

Inner rom, I seem to remember this being the Lord's private chamber.
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The ceiling is beautifully decorated.
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Fairly modern looking Great Hall.
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Fireplace. One can just imagine the pig on a spit roast. Mmmmm.
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A shitter.
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Exterior shot.
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Another exterior shot.
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The terraced garden, with a dovecot.
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The inner garden, with a sun dial.
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The enclosed bowling green.
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