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![]() The second day, we climbed to the top of Arthurs Seat to admire the view. |
![]() Nick phoned his mother from the pinnacle. |
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![]() There is a ruined chapel on the hillside. |
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![]() Later, we went to Greyfriars in search of Greyfriars Bobby |
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![]() The dog's tombstone was rather more prominent than his owner's. |
![]() On the pub. |
![]() We bought a stained glass puffin in this shop. |
![]() The puffin, back home |
![]() And I tried on this cool Riddler's hat. (Nick bought me the more subtle black hat in the photo below) |
![]() I will look for the suit and gloves next... |
![]() There were lots of Police boxes in Edinburgh, which reminded us of Doctor Who's "Tardis". |
![]() The lovely Christopher Eccleston as Doctor Who |
![]() Colourful trumpets in a Grassmarket shop |
![]() And a dreadlocked kiltie in Waterstones |
![]() Our wedding transportation problems could well be solved. |
![]() Another kilted man |
![]() We ate at the Blue Moon, which is right next to Demon Barber, a funny coincidence since I was currently rehearsing Sweeney Todd. |
![]() One of the cute servers at Blue Moon |
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At a local "specialist"
shop, we couldn't help help but notice the similarities between the Playguy
twins and talk show host Ellen Degeneres. |
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We finished the night by watching the multitude of fireworks atop Carlton Hill. It was Bonfire Night, so there were plenty to see. Sadly, it was on top of this hill that I discovered that I had lost my beloved tripod, which has allowed us to take so many good self-timer shots. I thought I'd left it in a bar, but we went back there and they hadn't found it. Nick suggested we return to the hill the next day just to see if we could find it. Amazingly enough, when we arrived, there it lay, in a puddle, surrounded by spent fireworks. This was the second miraculous recovery of the tripod, the other time was when I dropped it in the Stumphouse Tunnel in South Carolina. |
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