Misty, gloomy, abandoned, eerie, sinister, haunted, spooky, insidious... The adjectives I find when describing the
House of the Binns are somewhat ghostly, because that's the main feeling I get from the place. The Binns, located some miles west of Edinburgh, is indeed a fascinating smallish castle beautifully situated in a vast parkland.
There are lots of sheep and plenty of poo in the outskirts of the property and
cooing~screaming~calling peacocks roaming the close castle garden.
But my overall impression of it is some non tangible unfriendliness and an air of deceitful intentions. We haven't been inside (partly due to opening hours being somewhat tricky), and I'm not sure I would want to even if I could. I believe that the overwhelming suspicious feel of being turned into a Miss Toad or possibly be the main ingredient in a Swedish-Scottish stew isn't to be taken lightly. Call it female intuition. Or just plain sensible self-preservation.
National Trust for Scotland, House of the Binns
Totally surreal peacock! Gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteGreat shots. I like the ones of the peacock. I'd like to visit this place.
ReplyDeletePaz
Hee hee - it does look a bit intimidating, doesn't it? But then again, so do the majority of Scottish castles.
ReplyDeleteTheir owners are all big softies, honest...
Beautiful pictures. The mysterious mixed with the sublime.
ReplyDeleteIt kind of is/was, thanks, HaW!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paz, you're brave, you might end up in a Scottish-American stew you know...;)
Ah, well, I don't know about that, afos...;)
Thanks, Titania!