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    • Sojourn Britannia
      Día 23

      Waters of Leith and Arthur's Seat

      18 de septiembre de 2022, Escocia ⋅ 🌧 11 °C

      We said today was going to be a lay day, and we almost made it. To be sure, we did lay in for a while, no alarms, no hurry. And we did have a slow brekky in our apartment at Patirot Hall in Stockbridge. But come 11 of the clock, the siren call for espresso coffee made its way to us both, so we did a little hop skip and jump up to a local Starbucks, of all places, for a morning tea.

      We then decided to head down to an area where there is one of Scotland's finest public schools. On the way, we did a bit of tourist shopping in a gallery, which was fun. The school is a co-ed boarding house, and although it looks like the set for Hogwarts, it has never played any part in the Potter films.

      Fettes it is called, and it is very famous, probably the most famous private school in all of Scotland. We looked through its heavy iron gates and photographed it and I wondered just how much it would cost per term to send your child to such an imposing school, one that was fouded in 1870. One former headmaster when suggested that "Fettes was the Eton of the north", quipped back that "Eton was the Fettes of the south". Regardless of such claims, as an architectural marvel, it is an amazing building to gaze on.

      We walked back to our apartment along the Waters of Leith walkway, a lovely leafy walk along the river. However, despite our sore feet from yesterday, we ended up going too far and had to doube back somewhat. It was okay, just one of those things, and we both handled it with relative equanimity.

      A further rest at home for an hour then saw us take the car and drive to Arthur's Seat, an extinct volcano in the heart of Edinburgh, where some, though not most, people believe Arthur had Camelot or at least, fought battles up this way. It's a good two hours to the top (at least), and there was no way we were going to put our bodies through that, so instead, we settled for a small climb, maybe a 1/5 of the the climb to Arthur's seat, to the ruin of St Anthony's Chapel, a 15th century chapel that stands there overlooking the pond below and the city in the expanse, and hearkens back many centuries to the 1400s. It was beautiful in its ruination and it was a truly lovely feeling to be up there with it and looking out over the city in the coolness of the breeze.

      Tonight, we returned to a pizza place where we ate on our first night, Franco Manca's. Wonderful authentic pizza, dreamy waiters, and garlic breads and rosemary breads to die for. We are relaxed and feeling better. It was good to mostly stop today. For tomorrow, we move on.      Leer más

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    • Sojourn Britannia
      Día 22

      Edinburgh

      17 de septiembre de 2022, Escocia ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

      We both slept well after a less than relaxing introduction to the city of Edinburgh, what with our washing and all that. But Edinburgh is not about washing, despite its immediacy and importance.

      Today, we planned two things. We ended up doing three, and completely overdid it, both becoming tired, tetchy and very out of sorts. We settled, but it took some hours to get there. Tomorrow is a lay day, and boy do we need it. Nothing planned at all. We'll just stop.

      We had a 12.30pm tour of Edinburgh Castle booked, so that meant we had some hours to kill before the tour. We also had to get back to the laundrette before it closed at 4pm till the day after the Queen's funeral, by which time we'll be in Glasgow. So, time meant everything and we had to be careful. Stress number one.

      We walked into the city from our apartment in Stockbridge. I don't know whether this was wise, because Chris' sore foot starting acting up about ten minutes into the walk. His limp became more and more pronounced and I knew that he would not last on it all day. As for me, I have a perennial sore foot due to the use of orthotics and I can't last a whole day either. Stress number two.

      Once coffee-ed, we decided we would go to the Scottish National Gallery, there to look at their early works. This was a great decision. We both enjoyed it immensely and got to see the work of many masters and of course, Scotland's beloved Monarch of the Glen.

      I was taken by a work by Vermeer based on the biblical story of Mary and Martha. I also loved a portrait of Achilles in despair at the death of his lover Patroclus, a rare rendering of same sex love in the art world of the time. And finally, I was quite taken by a painting by Raphael in 1506-07 of the Holy Family and a Plam Tree, where Joseph is unusually given some prominence. Raphael painted it in the round, which format Chris uses very frequently in his art, and for which I learned a new term today. A painting painted in a circle is a tondo. A national gallery like this is a special place and is worth more than one visit, but alas, we were on the clock. A lovely morning.

      After the gallery, we walked past the towering Scott monument, reputed to be the largest, tallest monument to a writer in the world. The Scots love Sir Walter Scott. He promoted the romantic ideal that we have of Scotland today more than anyone.

      Thence up the hill to the Royal Mile. This 1.8km stretch of road has a history of kings and queens processing up and down it for all manner of important occasions. Today however, it is a throng of people walking past touristy shops and inns. It's famous, but it's not great. It starts at the base of Edinburgh Castle and ends at the monarch's offical royal residence in Scotland, Holyrood House. I would have enjoyed going through Holyrood, but it was closed due to the Queen's passing.

      Chris and I decided we would not finish the Royal Mile so turned around and put our backs into the incline having seen about twenty minutes of it on the decline. Our stress levels were by this time pretty high. Literally thousands of people surrounding us, our feet in pain, tired and sore, and a bit over it frankly, we ducked into the Deacon's House Cafe to sup on good coffee, a shortbread and some lemon drizzle cake, and to give our feet a rest before the challenge of the castle.

      Finally, it was off to Edinburgh Castle, a castle more prominent in the city than probably any other castle in any other city in the world. It sits, perched atop an extinct volcanic escarpment and has views over the city in 360° and out to sea. It is monstrously big. It's a bit like a fancy wedding cake, with layer upon layer just going up and up.

      We had also booked a guided tour of the castle that down loads onto your phone. Problem was that the app downloaded onto my phone in a few seconds flat, but not onto Chris'. Oh my goodness. He tried and tried, and the damn thing would not download. It sat infuriatingly at about 4.1% for about ten minutes. Chris had had enough. He needed time out, so went off through the castle just to look at things. I went off and did my own thing for about an hour and then met up with him again.

      I saw the Scottish crown jewels, the crown and two sceptres, and a scabbard I think. I also saw the Stone of Scone, called the Coronation Stone down south, upon which all Kings and Queens are crowned. It sits in a special cavity underneath St Edward's Chair, which we saw in Westminster Abbey and upon which King Charles III will be crowned in due course. I saw the Great Hall, and a war memorial. I saw the canons pointed out out over the city, I saw the history of the Stuarts and Mary Queen of Scots, and I saw the inside of the gift shop at which I bought a tea towel and a fridge magnet. Very warrior-like of me, don't you think.

      We walked back to the laundrette, quite a jaunt, our feet on fire and falling off our legs, collected the laundry from a very helpful and cheery Scottish woman who said 'okey dokey' in her lovely accent, which despite all, did make me happy. We returned home, and set out for a local drink and a coffee.

      It was one of those days you have when travelling. The Gallery and the Castle were both wonderful places to visit. I will never forget them. But right now, we're happy to stay in tonight, drink some wine, eat some chocolate, and have nothing planned at all for tomorrow.      Leer más

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    • Chris in the UK
      Día 23

      I hated Edinburgh Castle

      18 de septiembre de 2022, Escocia ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

      Let the record forever show: I hated Edinburgh Castle so much.

      I hate feeling like a mere corpuscle in a larger tourist body, coralled into a small area, plugged into a money extraction machine, and then dazzled with ticky tacky and glimglam. Does my hating it mean other people should hate it too? No.

      But does the fact that other people have a special connection to this place mean that I have to feel special too? No.

      I didn't feel special here. I felt absolutely unspecial. And after walking the block after block of the Royal Mile, and seeing the same ethnic themed shops (Fudge, Cashmere Tartan, Whiskey, Keyrings, Fudge Cashmere Tartan, Whiskey, Keyrings, Fudge, Cashmere Tartan, Whiskey, Keyrings, etc) I felt bludgeoned by the time I got to the seething shoal of tourists at the gates of Edinburgh Castle. Ugh. I hated it SO much.

      And I've noticed something happening with the way Scottishness intersects with Australianness. Many white Australians feel that Scottish ancestry somehow exonerates them from the white supremacy of Australia. They feel that Scottishness marks them as colonised people. As a result, the Scottish aesthetic has become deeply alluring to whites. Did Edinburgh Castle and the Royal Mile interrupt or challenge that nexus between whiteness and Scottishness? Not in the slightest. In fact the crowd was as replete with bigots as it was with progressives, and we were all equally enchanted.

      What is it about stone that promises authenticity? I would say that Edinburgh Castle is proof that stone can be synthetic too. I hated it. And I refuse to dismiss my insights as the curmudgeonly condescension of some spoiled narcissist; the tourist industry can be a complete shit sometimes.

      So let's draw a perimeter around that locus of capitalist infestation and mythopoetic bigotry and let me share with you some of the joys of an Edinburgh day. Because when Stuart and I were out of the river of tourist desperation, we both found the place properly enchanting, and not in a McDisneyland way, but because of its intelligence, its style, its coherence, its manners, its pace, its beauty.

      Our day started at a laundrette where Leith local Alison took two giant bags of washing from us and told us she would have them washed, dried, and folded by midday for twenty five pounds. She was all smiles and reassurance. A coffee and pain-au-chocolat underneath Penhaligon's Perfumery and we were ready to walk to the Royal Mile.

      Our journey took us straight to the Scottish National Gallery. We have a queer connection to this place: the best exhibition we have ever seen at the Art Gallery of New South Wales was "Treasures of the Scottish Galleries," when great paintings (Like John Singer Sargent's "Lady Agnew") came to Australia. It was astonishing how much we enjoyed that exhibition, so we had a fair idea that we would like Lady Agnew's home base.

      And the Scottish National Gallery is perfectly sized, perfectly staffed, perfectly curated. I don't see how the experience could have been improved upon. Stuart and I restricted ourselves to the early moderns - a passion for us both - and saw some Titian, some Raphael, and some lesser known artists. I was excited to see work by Hubert Robert ("Robert des Ruines") with one of his rococo ruin paintings after reading Susan Stewart's "The Ruins Lesson." Another coffee on the Royal Mile before...

      [this account of Edinburgh Castle has been redacted for obscenity]

      ...by which time we were exhausted. We picked up our washing and went back to the flat, ready to cry or collapse. My feet were killing me.

      Stuart and I made peace with each other and the unhappy visit to Edinburgh Castle, and went to buy some Eau de Parfum from Aesop - it smells so sexy on Stuart. This happens in same-sex couples a lot, you know, you try to buy a perfume for yourself and it turns out to work brilliantly on your partner's skin chemistry. This happened with Versace Pour Homme, too.

      We sat at Caffe Nero next to two Trans women, a man who looked like Santiago Cabrera, and a dog breed ending in -doodle, and I wiped down the table the Wet Wipes I carry everywhere, then stole some sugar and came home. We had a Waitrose Quiche for dindins and then watched an episode of Sandman on my mobile phone because our landlord didn't provide a television.

      I finished the night making art, taking paracetamol, and wondering if I had been too hard on Edinburgh Castle.

      I hadn't. It sucked.      Leer más

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    • Chris in the UK
      Día 21

      The three night curse

      16 de septiembre de 2022, Escocia ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C

      A note to my future self: do not book a slew of three night stays in a row. Make sure you have a six night stay somewhere in there. Because after three nights in Nottingham, three in York, three in Newcastle, the thought of three in Edinburgh, three in Glasgow, two in Inverness, and three in Bristol is super depressing.

      You can't really unpack for a three night stay, but you can't really keep everything in the bag either.

      I almost feel like I'm running a restaurant, and putting the tables and chairs out every morning, and putting them all away again every night. Sure, there's a romance in the ritual. But it can be a little deadening too.

      We were both tired as we packed up the Sherman Tank and got it out of the mousehole to take up north. The drive to Edinburgh seemed straightforward, and we picked a nice halfway mark for a coffee stop: Berwick-Upon-Tweed.

      This place was a surprise: a seaside cobblestoned nook, full of boutique stores and quaint village ways. It was like a medieval Nelson Bay. Stuart and I had an adequate "elevenses" in a sad quiet pub with Tudor beams, before we had an electrifying walk across the Tweed river, taking photos of the centuries-old buildings. Every street corner and every lane had something historic and picturesque in it.

      We walked past a cafe called "The Mule on Rouge" to go to a bookshop called "Interesting Books and Zines," a queer oriented counterculture bookshop curated by a handsome man named Ben. Stu and I bought some weird stuff - thrillingly weird stuff - and walked out of there feeling upbeat.

      The drive into Edinburgh was especially high pressured because we had piles of dirty laundry and we knew that with Queen Elizabeth's funeral, finding a place to get this done (within that oppressive three night window) would be difficult. We ended up finding a place in filthy-rich Stockbridge where we might get it done Express for a hefty cash gratuity. We'll do that tomorrow morning so we aren't complete derelicts by the time we hit Glasgow.

      Edinburgh is grotesquely fashionable. And all the buildings in our neighbourhood are posh Georgian manors and mansions. The people in the street are young, thin, and with disposable income that they are disposing off in Edinburgh. I am absolutely intoxicated with the luxury and the glamour. Hampstead was bad, but this is worse. I think I might have picked up a superiority complex in the queue at Waitrose. (One child saying in Heightened Received Pronunciation outside as we exited, "Mummy I can't remember the last time we even went to a Waitrose."

      We are settled in our AirBnB, but both a bit weary of all the moving on. It's hard to get attached to places you keep leaving according to a strict metronome rhythm. Ten cities in four weeks was too much. Never again.

      However, I am excited to have a bath tub again, which I will go and use now.      Leer más

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    • Danny und LenaSchottland
      11
      Día 7

      Hello Edinburgh

      19 de agosto de 2017, Escocia ⋅ 🌙 13 °C

      Nach einem reichlichen Frühstück machten wir uns schnell auf nach Edinburgh. 4 Stunden Fahrt lagen vor uns. Nach 2 Stunden hielten wir in Killiecrankie an, einem kleinen Örtchen in den Highlands. Eine kleine Wanderung von etwa einer Stunde an einem Fluß führte uns an eine Brücke von der man Bungee Jumping machen kann. Machten wir aber nicht und fuhren weiter Richtung Edinburgh. Zwischendurch hielten wir an einer Whisky Distillery in Pitlochry - Blair Athol, wo der berühmte Bell's Whisky hergestellt wird. Leider fand die Führung erst wieder 1 Stunde später statt - so lange wollten wir nicht warten. Nach einer kleinen Kostprobe des Whiskys ging es weiter. Gegen 16 Uhr kamen wir in unserer Wohnung in Edinburgh an, die wunderschön eingerichtet ist und uns sehr gut gefällt. Wenig später machten wir uns auf in die Innenstadt. Hier ist deutlich mehr los als in Inverness - vor allem weil Edinburgh sich im August in die Festivalhochburg Europas verwandelt. Überall Menschen, die zu Veranstaltungen strömen. Wir sind begeistert von den vielen alten Bauten - Kirchen, Türme, die Burg oben auf dem Berg - umgeben von wunderschönen schottischen Häusern und modernen Gebäuden. Ein bunter Mix. Nach einem längeren Spaziergang durch die Stadt finden wir nach längerer Suche ein gutes Restaurant und gönnen uns köstliche Pizzen. Zum Ausklang des Abends genießen wir lokales Bier und Whisky in einem typischen schottischen Pub mit Livemusik (und 8 sehr guten Gründen wieso Gin super ist 😉)Leer más

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    • Danny und LenaSchottland
      Día 8

      Wonderful Edinburgh ♡

      20 de agosto de 2017, Escocia ⋅ 🌙 12 °C

      Heute nutzten wir den Tag um die schottische Hauptstadt zu erkunden. Nach einem guten Frühstück in einem sehr netten kleinen Café um die Ecke ("The Magic"- mit einer liebevollen Einrichtung im Alice im Wunderland Stil) machten wir uns auf zur free walking Tour. Das bedeutet, dass man kostenfrei an einer Stadtführung teilnimmt und dann entscheidet, ob und wieviel Geld man dem Stadtführer gibt. Da die englischsprachige Tour schon ziemlich voll war, landeten wir bei Urs - einem Österreicher, der sich nach 2 Schottlandurlauben dazu entschied, nach Edinburgh zu ziehen und seitdem als Stadtführer dort arbeitet. Wir begannen die Tour am Mercat Cross - dort wurden immer die wichtigsten Nachrichten mit 3 Tagen Verspätung (so lange dauert es von London nach Edinburgh mit der Kutsche oder dem Pferd - wer weiß) verkündet. Auch heute noch wird der Ort für Kundgebungen genutzt und da die Schotten sehr traditionsbewusst sind, haben sie die dreitägige Verspätung beibehalten. Zusätzlich erfuhren wir viel über die Gründung, Entwicklung der Stadt und die richtige Aussprache, also was man den nun mit dem - burgh macht. Für Interessierte - da müsst ihr uns wohl selbst fragen 😉 Auf dem Mercat Cross steht ein Einhorn - das Wappentier der Schotten, was für Unzähmbarkeit und Reinheit steht und was uns ganz gut gefällt. Ist halt mal was anderes als ein Löwe (England) oder Drache (Wales). Weiter vorbei an der St.Giles Cathedral, der Statue von Hume, dem Writer's Museum und hinauf zur Burg. Auf dem Burgvorplatz sind im August 2 große Tribünen für die Military Tatoo aufgebaut - eines der größten Events in ganz UK. Es ist eine Militärparade, zu der jedes Jahr tausende von Zuschauern kommen (und die Queen auch ab und zu vorbei schaut). Urs schwärmte dann von der Burg, die auf einem erloschenen Vulkan erbaut , über 700 Jahre Baugeschichte hat und auf jeden Fall einen Besuch wert ist - tja, das müssen wir wohl auf das nächste mal verschieben. Danach ging es weiter zum Grass Market. Dort wurde früher das Vieh nochmal ordentlich mit Gras gemästet bevor es verkauft wurde. Außerdem wurde der Markt für Hinrichtungen genutzt, wovon heute noch ein runder Stein zeugt. Nach einer kurzen Pause betreten wir einen alten Friedhof mitten in der Stadt, den Greyfriars Kirkyard. Auf dem Friedhof ist zum einem ein alter Nachtwächter/ Polizist namens John Cray begraben, der sich wohl aus Einsamkeit heraus einen kleinen Terrier namens Bobby anschuf. Wenige Jahre später starb Gray (1858) und Bobby soll der Geschichte nach 14 Jahre lang jeden Tag an dessen Grab gesessen haben. Das lockte wohl viele Touristen in die Stadt und Bobby wurde so etwas wie das Maskottchen und sogar zum Bürger der Stadt ernannt (streunende Hunde konnten damals erschossen werden). Um Bobby wird heute noch ein riesen Hype gemacht - vor dem Grab des Hundes legen jeden Tag Leute alles mögliche von Stöckchen bis Hundekuchen ab und eine Statue sowie ein Pub sind nach Bobby benannt, was viele Schaulustige anlockt. Nunja - so sind sie, die Schotten. Der Friedhof hat noch ein weitere Besonderheit. Einen Großteil der Harry Potter Bücher schrieb J.K. Rowling in einem Café namens Elephant House was nah beim Friedhof liegt. Und siehe da - auf dem Friedhof ist u.a. ein William McConagall, Elisabeth Moody und Thomas Riddle begraben. Da hat sich wohl jemand von den Toten sowie von der am Friedhof gelegenen Heritot's School (die vier Türme mit vier verschieden Häusern hat) inspirieren lassen. Zu guter Letzt machen wir noch einen Halt am National Museum wo die Tour auch endet. Beeindruckt von der interessanten Geschichte von Edinburgh schlendern wir noch ein bisschen durch das Museum, was für jeden etwas zu bieten hat, sehr interaktiv und zudem kostenfrei ist. Um einen Blick über die Stadt zu bekommen, machen wir uns auf, den Arthur's Seat zu besteigen - einen 250m hohen Berg in der Stadt. Der anstrengende und steile Aufstieg lohnt sich - man kann von oben die gesamte Stadt inklusive Meer überblicken. Der Abstieg geht schneller als der Aufstieg und so haben wir noch Zeit um am Palace of Holyrood vorbei zu kommen, welcher die Residenz der Queen ist, wenn sie denn mal in Schottland ist. Danach treffen wir Jenny und Tristan, die wir bei einer Hochzeit dieses Jahr kennen gelernt haben und die in Edinburgh leben. Bei Kaffee und später einem guten Craft Beer unterhalten wir uns über die Stadt, Schottland, das schottische Wetter und bekommen noch einige gute Tipps zum Essen und Shoppen. Den einen setzen wir gleich um und genießen ein fabelhaftes Abendessen in "The Nobles" einem Restaurant im Hafen und ehemals Industrieviertel Leith. Was für ein schöner Tag in einer wundervollen Stadt, die uns sehr gut gefällt und unglaublich vielfältig ist. Das wird sicher nicht der letzte Besuch gewesen sein.Leer más

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    • ViajeroWestern Europe Wiggle
      2
      Día 14

      Edinburgh - food

      14 de agosto de 2015, Escocia ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

      Continuing with my food-sampling (I'm thinking this will become a regular topic) I tried more Scottish fare: scotch pie (similar to a NZ meat pie except with thin hard pastry instead of soft flaky pastry, and the filing was less rich and "meaty", maybe because it's lamb/mutton instead of beef mince). Decent, but mostly just made me miss mince pies.

      Next up, macaroni and cheese pie! (pic) Same crust as scotch pie minus the top. I wouldn't expect it to work (double carbs) but it's actually very good! Also cheap (for UK) - only 1 pound.

      Oh yeah, food is pretty expensive here - some seems to scale so it's roughly the same price as NZ converted into pounds, others seem to just replace the dollar sign with the pound sign and be done. Worst conversion I've had is a 70p McDonald's ice cream (roughly 3x the price). And it was smaller too!

      Finally, had a Cornish pasty. Basically take all the ingredients of a roast and put them in a semi-circular pie of flaky pastry. Also pretty ok and perhaps a bit healthier (less unhealthy?) than a purely meat pie.

      Oh yes, I also had Yorkshire pudding a while ago. It is not pudding (I was kinda expecting that). It was also pretty basic (just empty puffed pastry with gravy on top). Maybe that's unusual?      Leer más

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    • ViajeroGreat Britain
      Día 19

      Edinburgh

      17 de mayo de 2022, Escocia ⋅ 🌧 63 °F

      Today was all about the series “Outlander”. Rebecca and I joined an 8 hour tour that took us outside Edinburgh to the villages of Falkland, Culross, and Linlithgow. We also visited Blackness Castle, and Doune Castle. Most photos today are from these places. Marriage lintels were found above some doors and gave the initials and dates of marriages, when house was built, or when owners moved in. We saw several of these doors in Falkland.

      We walked for a short time on the Royal Mile and stopped for dinner at an Italian restaurant on our way back to the B&B to pack and get ready for our next tour, “The Best of Scotland” that starts tomorrow in Glasgow.

      We saw a sculpture Kelpies from the bus…They’re a 100 ft sculpture paying homage to the working horses of Scotland. We also saw the 3 bridges on the Forth River. They are close together and from 3 different centuries.

      Oh, I learned that it’s not only cat owners that were accused of witchery. If you had red hair or green eyes you were also accused. Oh, dear…that’s me in my younger days! What they did was through you over the top of the castle. If you floated you were a witch and they brought you back up and burned you at the stake. If you sunk, you were innocent! Many floated because of the clothes acting as parachutes. They actually found 400 bodies at the bottom of the lake when it was drained!

      Don’t forget to turn sound button on for bag pipes!      Leer más

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    • ViajeroGreat Britain
      Día 18

      Edinburgh

      16 de mayo de 2022, Escocia ⋅ ☁️ 52 °F

      We woke up to rain and it never really stopped until after dinner. I am still chilled to the bone. We had to readjust our plans. To stay dry and still see the city, we climbed on two different Hop On Hop Off buses today that went different places. It was a great overview and history of the city. The last 2 weeks have been filled with an unbelievable amount of fascinating history, and I’m on overload…it’s getting jumbled up in my head! Oh, I do remember one…There was a terrible problem with rats in the tenements so they had terrier dogs instead of cats to take care of the problem. They couldn’t use cats because if you had a cat you could be accused of witchery and burned at the stake! Strange what the brain remembers!

      We saw the statue of Greyfriars Bobby, a Skye Terrier, who was known in 19th century Edinburgh for spending 14 years guarding the grave of his owner until he died. It’s sad that he couldn’t be buried with his owner because animals are not allowed to be buried there.

      There’s an Old Town and a New Town. The New Town is from 1700s! The fortified Edinburgh Castle (home of kings and queens for centuries) towers very high above the city on volcanic rock and is quite a sight. Then, there’s Holyroodhouse Palace which was the home of Stuart kings and queens and is also an official residence of Queen Elizabeth II.

      We did get off the bus and took a tour of the Royal Yacht Britannia which was the Queen’s floating palace from 1953 until it was retired in 1997. The yacht is incredibly huge and is a “time-warp look into the late 20th century lifestyles of the royal family.”

      Rebecca and I found a nice Italian restaurant here in Stockbridge where I enjoyed a little wine, spaghetti, and gelato…my idea of a perfect meal.

      Impossible to take photos from a bus and in the rain today…      Leer más

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    • ViajeroGreat Britain
      Día 17

      Edinburgh Scotland

      15 de mayo de 2022, Escocia ⋅ ⛅ 61 °F

      Well, today was uneventful as we had a travel day to Edinburgh where we’ll be staying a few days while waiting to join up with another Rick Steves tour at Glasgow. It won’t surprise anyone, but at the airport I had an small issue at security. Of course, I had to be searched…no big deal. But then I couldn’t get my electronics and purse because they were placed in another section. When I pointed to my unreachable items, the security person said that they were placed in the “I didn’t listen section!” There were a few liquids in my purse…sanitizer and lipstick!

      This B&B is an1825 garden flat that overlooks a small private patio garden. Across the street is also the private Dean Gardens, and we have a key to it. It’s a 2 bedroom suite and best of all there’s a washer and dryer!

      Our B&B is in the Stockbridge neighborhood and is a 15 minute walk to Edinburgh. We had dinner at the local pub, The Bailie, and took a quick peek at the neighborhood before settling in for the night.      Leer más

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