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... for almost two weeks - it is a diesel Fiat 500 with only 5,000+ miles on the clock. We left Edinburgh and travelled north over the Forth Bridge towards Inverness. We loved the changing scenery and the roads were definitely in better condition than in Tasmania. We had to stop a few times on the way because of road works plus we had two stops to get out, walk around and stretch. The distance to Inverness was about 155 miles (approximately ...
After a gross drive feeling the worst we had in a while, we drove on planning to stop at John o Groats: the end of scotland. We decided to head to Loch Ness, but with a nice coastal drive and grabbing of groceries, a shopping stop at the shopping centre (it was cool stepping into something which reminded of home: Scotland is so much like home), and a bridge out ...
... kids, he brought iron brew! I'm sure the adults know what it is. But it is a very popular drink in Scotland. Not just for kids though..... For dinner tonight, we all tried haggis. If I told you what it is, it would ruin it.... so look it up. It actually wasn't as bad as I expected. Well, one more day to go, and we move to London for three nights. Gouda night! By the way that is my new way of saying "good". ...
... was spent housekeeping which included a ton of washing and drying. It's amazing how easily washing and drying machines seem to swallow one sock. We can now do an Edmond Capon i.e. wear socks which do not match.
We took the brand new tram (light rail) into Edinburgh - it's only been open for a week - and this delivered us to the centre of Princes Street which seems to be the commercial/retail heart of the city. A short walk across the North Bridge ...
... woman left whimpering to herself as she tries unsuccessfully to pick up her bags and totter to the bridge that would lead her to the other platform. Now, call me na´ve but, until that day, I had carried within me at least the flicker of a hope that, should I find myself in searing and unbearable amounts of pain with the need to ascend a flight of steep stairs, cross a bridge and descend again in time to reach my train, someone, anyone, may find it ...