Saturday, May 13, 2006


Back in my travelling days, when I was based out of southern England, I made my way to Edinburgh, Scotland. It was late autumn and the cold was beginning to set in. I had spent a few days in Manchester, then went by bus to Edinburgh via Glasgow.

I wasn't really prepared for the cold temperatures. It was freezing when I took these pictures. I remember shaking, but that may have been due to my own, personal case of the DT's. Being a professional drinker, I was able to find a bar that opened early enough to suit my taste - at 9am. Things warmed up soon afterward. One of the unfortunate results of my constant drinking is that I rarely treated myself to very many cultural events. There are many festivals during the warmer months. Click here for more details.

It's a beautiful city with much history. The people are extremely friendly (as almost everywhere).

If you ever have the opportunity to get there, visit Edinburgh.

But go in the summer.


Mary Christine said...

you really should write a memoir. and you wouldn't even need to 'embellish' the truth like some other memoirists of late.

Mr. H.K. said...

I stayed a week in Glasgow once and ran back and forth to Edinborough on the rail. It was convenient and perfectly fine. I LOVE Edinborough. I'd like to go for the Edinborough Fringe Festival sometime...

Trudging said...

Yeah I was not much into culture in those days either. Unless you call drinking Night Train on my sofa culture