I always, always wanted to go to Scotland. All dashing heroes from historical novels seemed to come from there especially from the Highlands. Since the Highlands were out of reach for the weekend, we went to Edinburgh instead. No dashing heroes were running around, at least I didn’t meet any, but the city oozes history out of every “grimy” (okay let’s call it patina) pore. It was amazing to just walk through these streets and feel transported back to some other century.
The best way to discover a new place is by booking a free walking tour to get an overview of the city (sometimes it can also fall flat). Jen, the tour guide, looked like a crazy lady but her knowledge and enthusiasm for the city was infectious. She led us through her city and really could tell stories. That the walking tour was “interrupted” by snow showers every 30 minutes didn’t diminish her success.
With Jen we started on the Royal Mile, walked to the Grassmarket and ended in the Greyfriars Kirkyard next to the grave of the devoted Bobby. We loved her entertaining stories so much that in the afternoon we took the Edinburgh Castle tour with her. By then we were thawed again but it didn’t take long for the cold to seep into our bones again. In the end I was glad when the tour was over and we could seek shelter within the building with the Scottish crown jewels. Yours, Pollybert