It looked for a while

as if Reidksi and I would be stuck for ever in Edinburgh. On arrival at Waverley Train station for our train home the signs said 'Do not travel unless absolutely necessary.' Well I for one couldn't think of a better city to get stranded in. We loved Edinburgh.

So wrapped up were we in the fabulous city that we failed to register the fact that most of Yorkshire (which our train was supposed to pass through) was cut off by the terrible floods. In the end we got a train to Carlisle and went down the west coast instead of the east, and did get home that night, though with regrets that we weren't still in Edinburgh.

By Monday afternoon we were looking at houses in estate agents windows, and Reidski, who has many times been heard to say how much he hates Scotland, was wondering about his chances of getting a relocation package. We particularly liked the classy shops. Jenners had nothing on this.




I suppose we did get a slight clue that the weather down south hadn't been too rosy. About lunchtime on Monday we saw a bedraggled group of people who we at first took to be jakies, but then upon registering the rucksacks, the coach they had just climbed down out of, and the fact that they were covered head to foot in mud, we asked them how Glastonbury had been. "Worth it!" was the answer.

Loads more on this to follow, complete with a comprehensive guide to Pubs What We Did Visit. But to sign off for now, a photo of the middle of Scotland's capital city.





Wow or what?