Today’s first guest picture, taken by her mother, shows Matilda telling an amusing story to her grandfather.
The alert reader will gather from the guest pictures that I accompanied Mrs Tootlepedal on her weekly grandmothering trip to Edinburgh. We gave Sandy a lift across to the train and he spent a happy day wandering around the town and taking pictures which will no doubt appear in his blog in the course of time.
When we got to Lockerbie, the train was a little late yet again.
Sandy got off at Haymarket and enjoyed a ride on the tram before his sightseeing but we went on to Waverley. Because it was a warm and dry day, I left Mrs Tootlepedal to wander directly down to Matilda’s by herself while I took a more circular route with Pocketcam.
I walked through Princes Street gardens to the foot of the crag that the Castle is perched upon….
…and then took the zigzag path that winds up the side of the rock to the castle esplanade. It is hard to take a picture of the castle from the esplanade because it is one of the most popular tourist attractions on the country and there are always people milling about wandering if the rather steep entrance fee to the castle itself is worth it.
There is nothing distinguished these day in the hodgepodge of buildings in Princes Street but its position beneath the Castle and the fact that it has shops on only one side of the road and lovely gardens on the other side still make it worth a visit.
I walked back down the zigzag path (very carefully) and paused to admire the art galleries built in the classical style on the Mound.
I crossed over Princes Street and looked down a typically broad New Town street towards Fife on the far shore.
…a fine oval circus with regular outbreaks of Greek templeitis among its architecture. The cobbled streets are typical of this part of town and can make for some interesting driving moments for the unwary in wet weather.
Among the impressive streets are many little back lanes….
I left Moray Place and walked down Doune Terrace where I admired this elegant bridge which leaves access to the basement. I lived in such a basement under a bridge for three years when a student, though not in quite such a posh part of town.
This was as far west as i got and I headed for Matilda’s and lunch, passing round another grand circus, in fact so grand that it is called Royal Circus and then along Great King Street (you can probably see a pattern here).
It is a beautiful part of Edinburgh, with excessively expensive house prices to match but it would be a great place to live. I like the way that broad streets….
…have little nooks and crannies behind them…
….and wondering whether the love of window boxes had gone a bit too far at the Theatre Royal bar….
During the day, I took so many pictures that I am going to devote a special page to Edinburgh pictures which I will add to from time to time. It should be on the go by tomorrow evening. I already have too many pictures in this post so I will make do with one of the volcanic sill running up to the summit of Arthur’s Seat……
It was an excellent walk and Matilda woke refreshed from her snooze when we got home and rounded off the day by demonstrating complete mastery of rolling over onto her front to loud applause from an appreciative audience.
Soon it was time to go back to the station, where we met up with Sandy. Our eight coach electric train back to Lockerbie turned out to be a very crammed four coach diesel set and ten minutes late too but we got seats and were safely back in Langholm not far behind schedule. One of the things that I really appreciate is that on a really full train, there is no necessity from me to give up my seat to an elderly person these days. I am that elderly person.
We had stopped at St Margaret’s Loch on our walk and there was no shortage of flying birds of the day there. Getting one in focus was more of a problem in the poor light. Take your pick!