We
took a drive to Edinburgh because that’s what you do when you’re 50 miles away
from “one of the most beautiful cities in the world”.
Maybe
it was the rain; maybe it was the fact that Main Street has been torn up for
the installation of a tram, rendering it uncrossable at most parts; maybe it
was the fact that Haymarket and Grassmarket are certainly two VERY different
places, located at VERY opposite ends of the city. Despite the fact that the man was great, my endearing
nickname, “Misery Guts” was born on this day in Edinburgh.
It
wasn’t my favourite thing to do.
As a matter of fact, getting back to the car (where I’m pictured dancing
on the sidewalk) was the highlight of the gloomy day. That and returning to the Scottage for homemade pizza and
plenty of wine. I’ll take it.
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