Yet more sightseeing: this time we "did" part of the Old Town, including the High Kirk of St Giles, George IV Bridge and Greyfriars Kirkyard. When I peeled off, Faye was heading for the museum. Tomorrow she may go to the zoo -- I have stuff to do at home.


St Giles

Bertie is going to be devastated when Faye leaves, he is completely under her spell.

I forgot to tell about our adventures on Saturday, a day of heavy rain. I had a lunch date (a former workmate back in town briefly), so Faye went round Edinburgh Castle while I sipped Pims, ate a delicious lunch and chatted. Afterwards I picked her up -- she didn't get too drenched -- and we headed off to Dunfermline to track down an ancestral home, stopping off to dress more sensibly and collect Bertie.

For the record: It is called Bamboo Cottage -- there's now a plaque saying so. (Faye took pictures, but they may be a little blurred on account of the heavy rain. I stayed in the car.) It isn't where Grandad Dick was married; according to the certificate, that was in Coatbridge.

After that soggy experience we forayed further into Fife, north to Dollar. We had a pleasant if damp walk up Dollar Glen, a picturesque spot.


On the way back to the car, Bertie defied my call to stop and jumped through the fence to the carpark and the road. Bad Dog! I yelled and bellowed for him to come, and he did -- at top speed. He raced right past me and screeched to a halt next to Faye. Who wasn't yelling and bellowing. OK, I get the message.