A few photos to spruce up the page

For Kate: the front of the Georgian terrace that won our hearts. I would like to have an apartment like this one (on the inside and the outside) when I grow up



The top of the Walter Scott monument. Somewhere, Banjo is muttering: "where the hell's MY spire?"



The Lewis Chessmen. A millennium on, folks, and don't they look wonderful?

We didn't do as much of actual Edinburgh 'stuff' as I had expected, mostly because as James said the touristy stuff was mighty expensive and just that - touristy. The Royal Mile: how much cashmere, tartan, and whiskey - in varying combinations - can one street sell?? Also, having spoken to my sister and James' cousin, I suspect Edinburgh is a city you fall in love with by living there. It's the quirky bookshops (like the photographic book one James discovered), the cafes, the festivals, the walking paths along rivers and 'waters' - it's the ambience, the vibe of the thing, that people really love about the place. I could tell that in a couple of days. However, I'm not sure I could handle the crowds every day...