My favorite thing that we did in Scotland was have a proper tea at tea time. We had originally tried to have tea at The Balmoral, the hotel made famous by J. K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter books, but later stumbled upon a better place, a bit away from downtown, The Prestonfield House. (Incidentally, the Balmoral has the cutest and nicest doormen I’ve ever met, in plaid, of course.) The Prestonfield was actually suggested to us by the taxi driver when we first arrived from the airport, but we didn’t really understand much that he was saying other than something about peacocks, so we didn’t think much about it. Then one morning, we decided to take a walk in the neighborhood near our B&B and started to ask around for peacocks. Lo and behold, we were directed to a lovely expanse of property, with a treelined lane, highland cattle lazing about, and peacocks on the balcony of a fantastic old house full of charm. The house looks much larger from the inside. It was absolutely wonderful. Who knew a pot of flavored water, scones and finger sandwiches could be so elegant and filling? If ever in Edinburgh again, I will be sure to visit the Prestonfield.