But, once on top, the view was spectacular. From far we could see Stirling Castle.
Partly frustrated (and partly cold) , we headed downhill.
And the way down was better than climbing up of course!
As we took the public path,
The reception was welcoming and 'ancient'.
Still , I had to push the stroller,
The field where the soldiers trained and equipped themselves was abandoned.
The building which kept the castle staff was turned into regimental museum.
The main palace was kept being renovating...
And the cannon were well maintained and shining even it never shot anything now.
And the dungeon, was frequently visited anxiously instead of frighteningly.
People come in and out almost everyday.
Even tough the great kitchen is not working as the way it used to be. I know my mother would like to have a big great medieval kitchen like this.
And the palace...
has its own garden with trees,
err.. I mean a well maintained trees, not like the one on the hill of Wallace Monument.
The castle is a great castle, with full of story and pictures.
Even the building still bear the Gothic architecture,
there were too many people, too many. It gave me headache.
Crossing the road was difficult,
but this museum was inviting.
Since I was hungry, I did not really care. Food darling, hurry.
And after I was fed, I started to find well, Glasgow as not as bad, but too bad, it was late already. So sad..