Ha, closer than you know! So was there in Scotland for 18 months with my whole family in 72' and 73'. My father was working on his PhD at St Andrews. I really enjoyed it so went back in 76' for my junior year in HS. My father was a lifelong Rotary Club member. He didn't like the club there in St Andrews, so he made the 9 mile drive over the hill to Anstruther every week. One of his friends from the club was the Rector at the local secondary school Waid Academy there in Anstruther. My father had arranged for me to stay with the Rector and his family for the year. My father was in Edinburgh waiting for me. He'd been on a sabbatical for the summer, there at New College, in Edinburgh. Was about an hour out of LAX heading to Heathrow as there were no direct flights to Scotland at the time. I was sitting next to the Earl and Countess of somewhere or other, I forget now. They had come over to visit Yosemite and had been disappointed in the falls as it was a dry year. The Captain came over the com and said we were having a minor technical difficulty and would be returning to LAX. He turns the plane and puts the hammer down and we're landing in about 15 minutes. Fire engines line the runway and start racing alongside as we land. BOOM BOOM BOOM as we land and then we come to a stop, the slides come out, we slide on down, into waiting buses and they haul us over to a hanger with a bunch of folding chairs. Looking back I can see that most of the tires on the 747 had exploded. My father a LT in the RAF and a Capitan in the US Army Air Corp in WW2, later explained that the reason the tires exploded is that the plane was never designed to land loaded with fuel. Dude in a dark suit standing in front of us sitting in the chairs. He whips out a badge and does the Mcggarit 5 O thing (ok really he was FBI) and says we have info of a bomb on board the plane, does anyone know anything about it? Instant pandemonium and chaos, whaling and gnashing of teeth, breaking open the duty free and guzzling etc. Meanwhile the Earl, still sitting next to me, says: "Now, young man, would you please explain to me again how Bridal Veil Falls looks in a good year." He and the Countess where not concerned in the slightest, my good man. They put us up in the Capt's Lounge in the airport with an open ticket (ordered a French dip, just 17, coudn't get no beer, brah). Bout 12 hours later another 747 shows up from Heathrow they clean it up quick and load us on and away we go. Meanwhile, my dad waiting for me in Edinburg can get no info other than there has been a delay. So he waits and eventually I show up. Meanwhile from me leaving and getting there the Rector's father had passed. His mother came to live with them and they no longer had the spare room. The Rector had spoken with the next door neighbor the local Church of Scotland minister and I would be staying there, at the manse. So I sat my Highers (for all our UK friends) there at Waid Academy and received four Scottish Certificates of Education (SCEs). I have an SCE in English, History, Modern Studies and in Art. Came home and went and saw the councilor at the local HS. He took a look at the exams I sat (one of the questions on the history exam was "why were more people killed in the Great War then in other wars prior?" They expected 4 or 5 pages of written answer per question, the exam took all day per subject) and said you'd be wasting your time doing your senior year here, you should just go to college. So I did. Two college degrees but no HS diploma, thats me. Kinda funny cause my brothers were over for the weekend. Both of my younger brothers followed in my footsteps and went to Scotland for their junior year. One went to Waid too and he was telling me it had just changed and we got to looking it up. We were sure disappointed. Went from this stately place:
To this monstrosity:
Heck it looks like the mall from Stranger Things!
Oh well, sigh. Anstruther was kinda a sucky place to hang out for a year.