Edinburgh is adored by almost all who visit it. It’s an elegant, exciting, young city with lots of nooks and crannies to explore, and yet up until quite recently, I did not care for the city at all. I felt it pretentious and without heart, much preferring the grittier, friendlier shopper’s paradise that is Glasgow. This has all changed though. Still love Glasgow, but in the last few years I’ve spent more and more time in our capital city and it has wholeheartedly won me over.
No surprise then that this visit to Edinburgh was utterly delightful and succeeded in getting me over my Rosie-less blues (almost – there was an embarrassing sleepwalking incident involving me looking for Rosie in the middle of the night).
Just arrived back and am pooped so will let the pictures do the talking. :)
Edinburgh Castle (such a lovely welcome to the city);
A walk out to Crammond Island at low tide;
Followed by a cold pint in the local pub;
Walked off those beers the next day down by the Water of Leith;
Shopped in Stockbridge (dahling!);
Marvelled at Picasso’s work and life;
Waited (not so patiently) for the creepy Millennium Clock to chime;
A picnic in Princes Street gardens;
And then home. Tired but happy. :)