Tuesday, July 11, 2006

An afternoon in Edinburgh

Phyllis and I went into Edinburgh yesterday afternoon. He needed a hair cut.

While he was having said hair trimmed, I took a wee stroll to Bruntsfield Links and laid down on the grass. This is what I could see:

I also saw joggers. Evidently, jogging is a past-time for wankers. I'd rather eat my own shit than become obsessed with running. Really, what is the point? It really is a case of going nowhere fast. Surely there are other more interesting ways of keeping fit, dear reader?

I was soon tired of watching people run about, putters and dog-walkers, so looked for other stimulation.

The Meadows. Only a five minute walk.

I was soon rewarded with a young woman in full lotus, meditating. I wanted to take her photograph, but daren't. I don't want to wreck my karma.

Instead, we have Salisbury Crags and Arthur's Seat, as seen from The Meadows:

Shit! Time to run! I was to meet Phyllis in five minutes. Enough time to photograph the Edinburgh Stone Mason's Memorial pillar. There was another one on the other side of the road, but I did not have time to investigate. I guess, if you're a stone mason, you'll want stone masons to make more than one memorial. Why have one when you can have two?

I love this pub:

If you look closely, you can see a wee balcony. If ever you come to Edinburgh, dear reader, we'll go to this pub and do some rôle play. I'll be Juliet and stand in the balcony. You be Romeo and throw a bunch of flowers up to me!

Go on, you know you want to!

Anyhow, I soon met up with Phyllis and we went for a coffee.

What do you think of the haircut?

Well, I say we went for a coffee - he had tea. Earl Grey. I had a double espresso and a cinnamon swirl.

After the tea and coffee, we thought we'd behave like tourists in our own city. We took loads of photographs. Well, Phyllis took the lion's share. I'll include a few which he took of me. I'm sure he won't mind.

I love cheese:

That's a lovely cheese shop. It's on Victoria Street:

Next stop, Princes Street. That's right, Princes, as in plural of Prince. Not Princess.

I wanted to go to HMV for a mooch. We stopped at the National Gallery, en route, for a tiddle.

The cow parade is still going strong. If you peer over the top of a cow's back, you sometimes see Minge, dear reader:

Keep checking Phyllis' blog, hen. I've a feeling he is soon going to upload some of the other forty four pictures we took that day.

Also, check this out - Phyllis went for a walk up a hill.


Lucas said...

What a fun day! I love that I got to follow you around and have a peek into your afternoon. Thanks for the pics. And you look mahvelous dahling!!!

Blog Off said...

loved the grass picture.

I like these photo essays!

Minge said...

We certainly didn't feel as though we were on our own!

Grass is fabulous. Think how different the world would be if it didn't exist.

Lex Ham Rand said...

Everything is so greeeeeen. Great pictures! That pub looks wonderful.

Voix said...

If I tried to play Romeo to your Juliette, you'd throw the flowers back at me and scream something obscene. I just know you would. Don't lie to me.

A Novelist said...

FABULOUS pictures Minge! I love the pics of Phylis in Starbucks and you on Princes street. I aslo love your comment about the "runners." Ha ha. They don't look too happy now do they? I hope you had a great day enjoying the outdoors! :)

Anonymous said...

What a handsome couple you are!

Oh, I had to laugh at your comment about running - especially since I've taken it up!

Seeing posts like this make me realise I don't take enough pictures :(

Minge said...

It's so green because it rains all the bloody time here!

Would you be happy, running - and to top it all, having a face like that? One looks like she's chewing a wasp, the other looks like she's been smacked in the chops with a frying pan!

Take more pictures, China. And stop running. Try Yoga instead. It's fabulous. Handsome?

Anonymous said...

Heh. The endorphins and my ever-decreasing muffin-top tell me to keep going. Hopefully I'll be over it before my joints have crumbled and I'm playing keep-uppy with my boobs!

I do like yoga, actually. Ever tried Bikram Yoga...?

Those two runners - hahahaha, oh dear. Running makes you lean and fit, but not pretty. Sweating and gurning just isn't a good look!

Minge said...

Never tried Bikram Yoga. I shall investigate!

Take calcium pills, now, hen. Osteo-perosis (sp?) is not a fun thing. I know this has nothing to do with the topic, but I just wanted to add that.