A wonderful reflection of a very significant part of Scottish history. Abbotsford House and its…read moreabsolutely delightful, simple gardens that invite reflection on what grows and how nature sustains us is an absolute must visit when in the area. The beautifully designed visitors' center with its thoughtfully assembled collection of gift items including very high quality scarves (made in Scotland!) is worth a detour in and of itself. The library, Sir Walter Scott's office, the dining room, they are all reflections of what made this man and his contribution to what Scotland is today so worthwhile.

I'm not a fan of Sir Scott's writings. Indeed, reading Ivanhoe in junior high might have set back…read moremy novel reading by decades. Nevertheless, Abbotsford is a fascinating place, well worth the visit. We started with a tasty lunch in the cafe-highly recommend your doing so. The audio tour was one of the best we've ever had. We did the one where actors play Sir Scott and others around him, as he gives you a personal tour. Very clever and well done.

Just had my son's wedding here and stayed two nights in the castle as well. Can't say enough…read morewonderful things about our experience, everything was absolutely perfect. Jenna, Jamie, and all of the staff are simply amazing. Beautiful, peaceful grounds provided the most beautiful backdrop for indeed a very special day.

Definitely recommend! The tour guide Lesley is very friendly and helpful. The rooms are beautiful…read moreinside, and you can take photos and videos. Super interesting to hear the history of the castle! Can take an uber from Edinburgh, but will have to call a private car for a ride to the closest train station.

I'm literally speechless how awesome this place is and not to mention its remote location makes it…read moreone jewel of its kind. Crichton castle is kept and maintained by Historic Scotland and only open to visitors from April to September. Entry for non members is about £4.50. There is a small car park not far from the castle and a 10 min walk to get to the main castle entrance. The scenery surrounding the castle is awe inspiring. No need to hurry, just walk slowly, take in the amazing scenery and breath the fresh air. I believe the tower was build in the 14th century by John Crichton. His son became a very powerful magnate in Scottish history and started the castle's extension. During the 1600's the castle changed hands and later was neglected and became a ruin. The inside is not large and you can get around very quickly. You can see the italian style inpired inner wall, the old ruined tower, a well, wonderful views surrounding the castle and various chambers. It was a windy day and the walls offered me shelter.I could also listen to the sounds of pigeons giving the place a mystic background. There is a keeper who watches the place and ensures that the entrance is paid. He is a lovely soul. Outside I walked down to the stables that sheltered the horses. Needless to say, the horses were spoilt :-) Above the entrance you can still see a horseshoe imprint. Behind the stable starts a hiking path. Best you wear ideal shoes for the adventure. I defo will be back and a picnic will definitiely be on the cards as well as a wee wonder around.

This place is totally forgotten... this makes it perfect for very private, romantic picnic ;-)read more

I wanted to visit at least one ruined abbey on my tour around Scotland; I chose Dryburgh mostly for…read morethe geography (an appropriate first stop on Day 1 out of Edinburgh) and as the burial place of Sir Walter Scott. However, when I walked onto the grounds, and the abbey came into view, I knew that I had made a perfect choice and a wonderful discovery. Sites like these are exactly why I love to visit Europe. On a Tuesday noon in late May, there were no other visitors, and the weather was splendid. At first, I had to restrain myself from rushing through too quickly, but later I sort of wandered around, or stood still, transfixed. Much of the structures are still standing, but many sections are mere outlines or foundations. Beyond admiring the sad beauty of their current condition, I imagined how the complex must have looked at its height in the 15th century. The impeccably maintained lawns made an effective frame or canvas against which to view the buildings. Of course, it wasn't like that during the time of the monks, but I liked the effect that the landscaping had, to sort of draw a contrast between the ancient and the modern, and heighten the sense of the abbey as a historical relic. Superficially, it just looked really pretty, like an upscale cemetery. Indeed, as I mentioned, Sir Walter Scott, as well as Field Marshal Douglas Haig and others, is buried here. The historical curiosity of Scott's burial place, while one of the main reasons for my visit, was pushed way into the background by the wonder of the abbey itself. For the historically curious, small plaques on the buildings tell you their purpose and era. The abbey had a turbulent history, thanks to its position near the Scottish-English border. It was founded in the 12th century, endured at least two cycles of destruction and rebuilding, and was finally abandoned after the violence of 1544. I spent about an hour wandering the grounds; climbing on the ruined walls; enjoying the beauty of the site, with the River Tweed to one side; and contemplating the monastic life that occurred there. Not to mention taking copious photographs.

What a beautiful, peaceful place…read more When I first walked in (we had a rather large group), I thought the place was kind of small and I was a little concerned that we'd be all crowded about in one area. Nope. Although a lot of the abbey is gone, it doesn't take much to think back as to how grand this place must have been when it was first built. The one standing rose window looked surreal and beautiful, surrounded by the ruins of other standing structures and crumbling rocks. There are detailed plaques describing each area of the abbey (one of my favorite descriptors was of the book cabinet built into the stone wall on the side, complete with slots for shelves!) as well as an artist's depiction of what the place looked like in its prime. The graveyard (as well as the yards) are impeccably manicured and there are plenty of spaces to get some wicked photos. I wish we'd had more time to wander about, especially in the back near the River Tweed and other areas nearby.

A beautiful old country house with historic charm. This gigantic mansion is home to one of the…read moreworlds finest art collections. The whole place can be rented for events and is truly worth it. Think Wayne Manor just for your group. We had a bbq reception there and it was just breathtaking to stand on the terrace and watch the sunset, and then going inside to listen to the jazz band playing their tunes.

I have a great fondness for this ram statue! Often when driving to or from Scotland we stop in…read moreMoffat for a meal and usually park near to this wonderful ram (it is surrounded by parking spaces in the middle of the main street). This statue was sculpted by William Brodie (1815-1881) and presented to the town by the local businessman William Colvin in 1875 to commemorate the town's thriving wool trade. Other notable works by Brodie which can still be seen today include his marvellous 'Hercules', a bronze statue in Portmeirion, North Wales. The Moffat Ram sits on top of the Colvin Fountain whose water was used by men and animals for drinking. There were once iron cups for men to fill from the water spouts whilst the animals drank from the filled bases the lower ones for dogs and the higher ones for horses! The ram was constructed without ears and a myth (apparently without any foundation) circulated for long afterwards that Brodie committed suicide when he realised his mistake!

Really lovely stop. The abbey ruins are haunting. Still thinking about our time there days later…read more The audio guide is superb. Get it! Walk into town afterwards for lunch, Jedburgh charmed us. Jedburgh is worth going out of your way for.

We were told that only a small portion of the abbey would be closed due to hazardous conditions…read more Unfortunately, we were deceived as the entire chapel is closed. Save you pounds and go elsewhere.

You know something, Hopetoun Monument is everywhere you drive in East Lothian. It feels no matter…read morewhere you look, it's there. I didn't even know the name of the place until 2 weeks ago, but it is ever-present. What was it for? An ornate lookout post, a fancy dovecote? Well, I've climbed up Byres Hill, as well as the rickety stairs up to the top of Hopetoun and I can tell you now. It's a monument erected to the 4th Earl of Hopetoun. That 4th Earl, he must have been some dude, especially if you think about lugging up the bricks up that hill. To get to the monument, you have to find the blooming thing first - I eventually got there via Athelstaneford (if you are coming from Haddington), then having found it on my horizon, just kept following the roads until I stumbled across the car park. Let it be known, this place is not well signposted. Nor maintained. At least one path is too overgrown to try to navigate, so it's the steep up and down option for all. A soggy muddy path semi-overgrown up a steep incline means that for some, this will be an unsuccessful trip. The last few hundred metres are over rugged, rocky ground. By then, if you are like unhealthy me, you will be wheezing like a woman twice your age and wondering why you didn't go to the gym more often. But, once you get to the top, you are faced with the enormity of the monument (now now, no smutty puns), and the views that stretch from Fife over to the Lammermuir hills. It is a view like no other. If you are feeling brave, climb the 132 stairs (of varying quality) up to the top. There is a warning at the car park that you need a torch - in fairness, that instead of the sunglasses i was wearing would have been more useful, as small incisions into the wall left pockets of like for your eyes to grab hold of, but ultimately there were gaps of darkness where you just had to trust in yourself. Just as well, as my sunnies were prescription and unfortunately being blind as a bat still is only a metaphor in my case. But again, you are definitely rewarded for the burning thighs and the pressure in your chest because what you get when you are arrive is the final flourish. No trees, no nothing stand in your way and with realtively clear blue skies, there was almost no limit to what can be seen. There are placards at the top to give you an idea of what you are looking at, but for me, watching the shadows of clouds trail by on the fields below, staring out to Fife and to the Lomond Hills beyond, listening to the occasional noisy car far far far away, here is somewhere where you can find peace, both inner and outer.