One of our stops in Scotland was the Holy Grail of Golf: St. Andrew’s. We visited the Royal and Ancient where John could only dream of actually golfing ; you have to have a proven handicap – and we don’t mean disability – and tons of money to actually be able to golf there.
But St. Andrew’s is more than golf; it’s also a university town named after the patron saint of Scotland. For royal enthusiasts, this is where Will and Kate met. It has a beautiful castle and cathedral ruin, set on a gorgeous coastline.
And like all good university towns should, it has an excellent used book shop. Since I went to Scotland knowing that I didn’t own any Robert Louis Stevenson, I decided this would be a good thing to invest in. We got these beautiful, ancient copies of Stevenson’s “Treasure Island” and “Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde” (which I didn’t know he wrote until I began my pre-trip research on Scotland.)
I also picked up a copy of Robert Burns poetry and “Sir Gibbie” by George MacDonald. The shop was not much more than a little crack in the wall but the young woman who was staffing it that morning was very knowledgeable and knew her inventory.
More Scottish thrift next week but for now, tell me: Do you have a favourite Scottish author?