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. T
hings 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.
3 comments:
you really should write a memoir. and you wouldn't even need to 'embellish' the truth like some other memoirists of late.
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...
Yeah I was not much into culture in those days either. Unless you call drinking Night Train on my sofa culture
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