Edinburrrrrrrr(gh)

I was prepared to love England on our trip this summer, but I had also insisted we go to Scotland, specifically Edinburgh. It's been the setting of numerous books I have read and so I had a romantic notion about it, complete with a castle on a hill and misty views of the Firth of Forth.

                                             A 19th century painting by James Douglas.

Ok, there was a bit of rain, mostly sun, but no mist, and I still loved the city. And the people. Everyone was bright, polite, and cheery, probably using up all their good emotions before the long, cold, wet winter.

We had booked all our travel lodgings online to use travel miles we had saved up, so we couldn't resist making a booking at The Royal Scots Club. And we were not disappointed. Here is our room. There were 10 pillows on the bed. :-D

 

The club was originally founded for returning soldiers from WWI, and even walking up the front steps there were memorials of fallen officers beneath our feet, and memorabilia in glass cases in the hallway. Also, portraits of Princess Anne everywhere. She seemed to be the official royal patron of the establishment. It was an elegant and somewhat formal place, and even our rooms had old fashioned keys and locks, not swipe cards. Each day as we left, we would leave our key with the lady at the front desk.

The city was hilly and yet very walkable, and parts of it reminded me both of Montreal, Canada, and San Francisco.

 It is also a city of authors, including the most famous, Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott, (their memorials below) not to mention, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle attended medical school here. (these two images are stock footage as I didn't get decent photos of them)

We did the tour bus thing first off just to get the general lay of the city. I found all our tour guides in Great Britain to be both humorous and informative, and our Scots guide did not disappoint when he elaborated on this statue of George IV upon his visit to Scotland in 1822, the first British monarch to visit in over two centuries.
     

 

 Despite appearances to the contrary, we were informed by our cheery guide that George was short and round and was known to have horribly bad breath, which at that time was an indication of wealth, because the rich ate such rich, sweet food that rotted their teeth. George learned that Scotsmen wear kilts so he showed up in bright pink tights and a kilt that barely covered his crown jewels. (I'm sure that sight could not be unseen) He also insisted that 457 of the prettiest local girls greet him on arrival at his ball so he could kiss them one by one (ugh, some things never change). Apparently, his breath was so foul that one of the poor young women fainted dead away. Hence the nursery rhyme "Georgie Porgie, puddin' and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away".

More statues: the economist Adam Smith, and the great Prime Minister, William Pitt the Younger, the youngest British PM in history (at age 24), who with the influence of his friend, William Wilberforce, helped to end the slave trade in England. (as seen in the movie, Amazing Grace).

This seagull apparently likes Pitt as well.

And of course, there was also local colour, including this chatty, ax wielding Pict, ready to share some medieval Scottish history.

I also had to sample haggis, at least once, just to say that I did, so we went to this busy place and I ordered up. Basically it tasted like a Shepherd's Pie made with sausage. And with those basic steamed veggies it was like a dish from a cafeteria, really. I can check that off the bucket list.

Next up: a palace, a ship, and a castle.