A Victorian monument to Scottish Covenanter Women.
You can't tell, but it was raining. The Abby was beautiful and worth visiting, especially if you can come when it's open.
This is as close as I got to the Wallace monument. It's that speck in the distance.
So finally, tired and cold, I treated my self to a romantic dinner alone. It was one of those times I wish I was married. Thinking positively, though, if I was married I would probably not have been able to travel to Scotland.
So, all in all, I viewed the castle despite the invasion of the French; saw the Abbey albeit in the rain; and defiantly ate dinner. The train out of Stirling left at 8pm, and the W's very kindly picked me up in Inverness, so we all got home at 1am.