Ellersly House Hotel
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... their 3 children, now extremely successful, off to be a doctor a nurse and one a mechanical engineer...WELL DONE! Such an interesting person she is to engage with and she graciously excuses herself when our food arrives and now she sits nearby at her table, gazing off as if she were still reminiscing of the time she spoke. While my sister and I are discussing our plan after lunch and what to see, a nice man at a table nearby meanders over to ...
... 23:0" style="color: rgb(55, 62, 77); font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15.3599996566772px; white-space: pre-wrap; background-color: rgb(219, 237, 254);">Back to the hotel again for dinner, where we mixed it up, not having burgers but Will a Caesar and I a fajita. It was basically a delicious wrap. Thus our day of unhealthy eating ended with a nutritious dinner and another great day in Edinburgh ...
... divided into royal quarters, high-ranking military quarters and Yachtsmen quarters. While there was a definite difference in quality between the first and the last, the middle ranking was quite nice and the Queen's quarter, while designed to her specifications, were in no way opulent, but very comfortable. She actually replaced the yacht's interior decorator after the first plan was presented to her, because it was "too fussy".
The yacht took the Queen ...
... a guitar and microphone playing cassette tapes of old-school music and pretending to play it live. The makings of a good night right there (enter sarcasm). Next was a door to what appeared to be a small pub that led to secret stairs that had layers of different rooms with music. In August the month-long world-renown Fringe Festival began. The city was "heaving" (another commonly used word here). The mile was packed with tourists and bagpipe players. On ...
... star gazing. We learned how James VI thought all
read-heads were witches and published treatises on how best to find them and
burn them. Gingers, beware!
We had a quick beer with some Germans at the Inn
on the Mile. I had the Scottish equivalent of Budwieser, Magner, and a nip of
Johnnie Walker. How could I not? I was in Scotland, after all! (It was gross,
in case you were wondering.)
The next day, we ...