10-16-2023 Highlander ABnB, Cruden Bay, Scotland
Yesterday was Sunday and again, as is our habit, we were searching out a place to worship. I had planned to worship near Balmoral Castle, at Crathie Kirk, which is known as the parish church of the royal family. We were also planning on seeing Balmoral but when I looked it up it was closed this weekend. I thought to myself it would be something for Betty if when we got there the royals were in residence and we were able to go to church with them. This happened one time at Kennebunkport in Maine when we were camping there years ago. We showed up for Sunday service and the first President Bush was in attendance. We also once had Sunday School with President Carter in Plains Ga. and Pope Benedict was right beside us at St Peter’s. So even though I didn’t think it possible the royal family would be there we went anyway. It was another long and lonely trip on a one-lane road across snow-capped rolling highland hills. It had turned cold the night before and had called for snow. Although again we were somewhat hesitant the trip was uneventful, and the one-lane road eventually opened briefly at the small church Crathie Kirk. We knew immediately something was up because a policeman stopped us and asked our business. Betty said, “We are hoping to go to church.” He asked if we had a pass and we assured him we did not to which he replied we would not be able to go but could park and watch the royals drive past. There was also a company of heavily armed Scottish soldiers standing by to accompany them as they rode up the short hill to the church. Within just a few minutes King Charles, driving himself and three others, slowly drove by, looked at us smiling, waved, and was gone. The setting was perfect, in the middle of nowhere, quiet, and beautiful, the king passed. God, please save the king.
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