Sunday, June 20
It was time to break our fellowship. L and L headed south to the Lake District while I rode a bus to Edinburgh, Scotland’s inspiring capital.
Ronald was kind enough to motor me down to Dumfries, where I boarded the coach. I had no map, but kept notes of routes and towns. The route zigzagged through Moffat and Crawford, then up the Clyde to Biggar and Penicuik. Not long after came a long slope down into the city with my inital glimpses of the busy streets and prominent structures.
My logding was the Royal British Hotel on Princes Street, a short walk from the central bus station. After checking in and dropping stuff, I hit the streets.
I wandered down to New Town and found a fine supper of rump steak.
Alas, the place no longer makes beer, but the atmosphere and food satisfied me.
Long twilight, good rest.
Comments
Howie, how fine a trip. Did you have a fifth at the Firth of Fourth? (ba-a-ad jokey but couldn’t resist).
Stunning scenes of fine old buildings and structures and water. I want to find out what you did next.
y