After leaving Aberdeen we started on what was the most beautiful scenery we had yet found in Scotland. Unfortunately, we had only gone a few miles when it started to rain and it was raining on and off for the rest of the day. The green hills, the pine forests, the waterfalls in the several rivers and the stormy clouds of the sky made many pictures of great beauty, but on account of the rain I could not photograph them.
At lunch time we had to wait for about 20 minutes just above Balmoral Castle for the rain to stop so that I could get a photograph of the castle and have our lunch. This country residence of the King is in a beautiful setting of hills and forests. The native pine trees predominated, but there are some thousands of other trees which have been planted. Unfortunately, we were not permitted to enter the grounds, as they are only open on Tuesdays and Thursdays and we got there on Monday.
On account of the rain we decided not to carry on with our itinerary as set out, but to go to St. Andrews in the hope that after I had played a game of golf the weather would be better. We accordingly stayed at Pitlochry, a small village with a most beautiful hotel where we had tea. This Palace Hotel had a most beautiful drive and grounds. We went up an avenue of rhododendrons all out in bloom. There were artificial waterfalls and also fountains. They have their own golf course and a large putting course.
After tea we drove on in the rain towards St. Andrews. When almost there I once more got into trouble with the police. The first occasion was at Stoke-on-Trent when I left my car in a “No Parking” area while we went into a restaurant for tea. When I came out there was a policeman waiting for me and it took me several minutes to cool him down and let me go without prosecution.
On this occasion I was coming out of a street where it is a compulsory stop. I never stop at these places, but simply slow down and I thought that was all that was necessary. Just as I turned the corner I saw to my horror that there was a superintendent of police and also a sergeant right in front of me. The superintendent came over and of course hauled me up. I maintained that I had done all that was necessary, as there was no other traffic on the road. Of course, I was incorrect legally and we had a bit of an argument. When I saw I could not win that way I tried the old method of being from another country and pleading ignorance of what was required here.
When he knew I was from New Zealand he cooled down and it ended up in my spending about half an hour with him, being introduced to the sergeant and also a lady who had a sister in New Zealand and being given a message for a man at Featherston. In the end we shook hands and he has promised to look me up when he comes to New Zealand, but in the meantime, “Don’t do that again!”