A Few Late September Days Around Edinburgh
First of a few days around Edinburgh, staying out in Musselburgh, and the train up hugged the coast most of the way — at one point a whole town spread out below the window, beach curving to a breakwater, before the line cut inland.
In the city the castle runs the show. It was there above the National Galleries on Princes Street, there again over the trees from the gardens by the Ross Fountain, on its rock from every angle we tried. The Scott Monument sits right in the middle of things, Gothic and soot-black against a sky that stayed clear all day, and up the street the Balmoral's clock tower flies the Saltire next to the Union Jack.
Ended up in the Grassmarket, pub tables full on the cobbles by afternoon — The Last Drop, Maggie Dickson's, names that trade on the square's gallows history. From there up Victoria Street, the curved climb toward George IV Bridge, bunting strung across between the colour-block shopfronts. A sign on the red corner shop claims you can't take a bad picture of the street, and nobody on it seemed to be testing the theory very hard.