I love Culross. It's impossible to say what was the best part. But the Abbey ruins, dating back to the 1200s, were definitely up at the top of the list. Quiet moments of prayer bouncing back off of 800 year old walls - I've never had an experience quite like it.
According to wikipedia: "A Ley tunnel is said to exist beneath the abbey, and within is said to sit a man in a golden chair waiting to give valuable treasures to anyone who succeeds in finding him. According to one story, many years ago a blind piper decided to try and upon entering at Newgate with his dog he proceeded to search and could be heard playing his pipes as far as the West Kirk, three quarters of a mile away. Eventually the dog emerged into the daylight, however the piper was never seen, or heard of, again."
For me, it was the stories that flooded my mind without dates or times. The door laying abandoned on the ground inside an old room with incredible windows, the ancient ornate gate we squeezed through in the trees, the stone stairways leading to nowhere, the narrow opening in the walls just wide enough to fit through. A place for the mind to wander and get lost, and maybe, like the piper, never to emerge again.