Girls loose in Edinburgh - May 9

We will post our mornings activities now, even though our day is not done. We don't know when our next internet contact will be - maybe tomorrow, maybe not.

I used my walking stick to barricade Leslie into the seat on the bus so she could not run away with the driver, so poor, poor Leslie....she is stuck here with me. Are you feeling sorry for her yet? AWWWWWW!

We did a bus tour of Edinburgh this morning - ending with a tour of Edinburgh Castle. In the afternoon Leslie and I chose to stroll through downtown Edinburgh while the group went on a tour to Rosslyn Chapel (as in the Da Vinci Code). We went to see the garden clock, an actual functioning clock made out of a flower garden.


As we strolled in the garden below Princes Street whom should we run into - you got it, the bus driver. It was his day off. What a coincidence to run into him here!!!
Do you think Leslie's recommendation to not go to Rosslyn Chapel was motivated by other premade plans? Well I stood my ground and kept her by my side so she could not run away.

Then off to the internet cafe and here we are. Oh and before we left the Castle I found my family tartan - or should I say clan tartan?
.....gloria-rose



The morning started off with a trip to Edinburgh Castle. As we made our way up the steep walkway our new local guide wearing his mother's clan tartan kilt, advised us that it was going to rain. He said that he didn't know where the wind was coming from but he knew where it was going!

Once dismissed from the group we toured inside. The dungeon was most interesting and I teased Elizabeth and Vernon, from Los Angeles, that we had to choose our new beds for the night amongst the hammocks in the dungeon, as our accommodations had been too opulent. This made for a good laugh.

Walking back to the hotel is good exercise as we've been well fed on our adventures so far. The ceremony of the Haggis is tonight - I am NOT going to taste any, don't even ask - but Gloria-Rose is brave enough to go for it.

By the way Laurie, I thought I was choosing a horse, not a tortoise. Are you sure you had the right races?

Leslie...