We took the Number 27 bus to Edinburgh Castle where we explored our heritage. It was always good fun going out together-great company with many laughs. Although we had a rough outline of the day ahead, we never quite knew what would happen or who we might meet along the way.
|Ali Douglas; Boo-Boo Hanlon; Les Ramage; Iain Hoffmann and General Haig|
|Ali Douglas; Iain Hoffmann; Peter Hoffmann; Boo-Boo Hanlon; and Mons Meg|
|Iain Hoffmann; Peter Hoffmann; Boo-Boo Hanlon; and a Scottish Sudger!|
The climb up Arthur's Seat was a stiff one-even though we were young and fit we quickly built up a sweat and the beginnings of a sound appetite. At one stage whilst running through the long grass we unknowingly came to the edge of a sharp precipice which would have been all too easy to have gone over.
|Ali Douglas and Les Ramage on the edge looking toward Holyrood Palace|
Duddingston Loch was always quite magical, no matter the weather-in Holyrood Park there are times when one can completely escape the city. Robert Louis Stevenson enjoyed it in all the seasons a century before and writes in the winter of 1874 of looking down at the skaters on the frozen loch flitting around under the light from the moon and lit torches. My fantasy was to come down on a Saturday afternoon with a rubber dinghy and float around the loch whilst listening to a football commentary on my miniature radio!
|Boo-Boo Hanlon; Iain Hoffmann(?); Ali Douglas|