Ten years ago when my wife Heather and I were married in Scotland (in the shadow of Bothwell Castle) I had the experience of my life. (the wedding was OK too) Late at night I snuck out and through a bit of surreptitious climbing and squeezing got into the innards of the castle. I sang the Bonny Earl of Moray at the top of my lungs! I figured if I was going to be arrested (I wasn't) that was the way to go.