It was pouring with rain and I took a wrong turn so hid under a bus stop until it stopped. I got chatting to this tiny Scottish woman; what a riot! She was hiding behind me so she could smoke without anyone noticing. The absolute best advice is found in the strangest places. According to my temporary bus-stop friend: There’s no such thing at bad weather in Scotland, only wrong clothing. Genius.
After thanking all the gods that I was wearing my all-weather hiking boots, I found my way back to St Giles Cathedral to take the pics I didn’t take last time. They were in the middle of a service so sat in for the end of it. I’m not religious but I was REALLY wound up about people sitting in the service ON THEIR DAMN PHONES!! Really?! It’s a CHURCH. They’re in the middle of the blessing and prayer and you’re on Facebook? For real?? Heathens….
I spent quite a while just sitting for a bit, soaking it all in. By the time I left the sun was up again so hoofed around taking pics, stopped at the City Art Center and then hoofed down Prince’s Street looking for a place to buy luggage. I cut through Prince’s Street gardens. Holy crap…. the view of the castle from down there is insane!
The height of that cliff is mental. It’s a very imposing view and absolutely stunning. Took a pile of pics, none of which I think accurately capture the scale of that cliff.
Stopped in the St John’s cemetery to do the usual. For a cemetery in the middle of the High Street, it was eerily peaceful. Found a luggage place, got a suitcase to trek my booze home in and now on the sofa under my blankie. Might go out for dinner later if I can find the energy to put civilized clothes on again.
