Nosh and Elp’s day of fun

I’ve been home this week! For a conference of motor neurons and ceilidhing, which was both enlightening and exhausting.

Today, however, was a day off, so last night I drank a few delicious cocktails in delightful company and then sauntered off to Kirk Street to flea-treat the beasties and stay with JH. Nosh promised to be round at 9am so I got up and started annoying Jen early, only to leave at 11am, after she had already been awake for three hours.

First we headed to Kilimanjaro (on the bridges, not in Tanzania, for any non-Edinburgh folk) for one heck of a brunch. I should have taken a photo, but we ate it too fast to get one.

This photo is a copy of one my Mum took TEN YEARS ago, I look older now. If you look closely, Nosh is in this one too.

Then on down the Royal Mile for some culture at Holyrood Palace, where Nosh had never been. Hilarity started when our audio tour told us to exit the quadrangle via a door on our right. “If the door is closed,” it advised us, “please turn the handle, and go through.”

Cove with an audio-guide.

Would you trust a guard who looked this cheeky?

Just in case the audio-guide hadn't given enough instruction on how to get through a door.

Not snapdragons, but very pretty foxgloves. 

I think the audio-lady was telling him he could come back for free all year.

We saw some good portraits and learnt some gory history before heading to the photo exhibition in the parliament building, for some much more contemporary and thereby more disturbing history. After that we had some bracing fresh air on a walk round Arthur's Seat (where we saw a stoat! They are stoatally tiny!), and an earthy coffee before heading home and getting ready for holiday!

Off to Brittany at 4am, so it's maybe time to go to sleep. Happy Friday 13th one and all!

Au revoir!

x

Specially for Bambridge.