So, not Whistler’s famous painting, but some photographs of Edinburgh—where I spent the weekend. Was I the only person in the city not there for the festival (oh dear, I’ve got to admit, I’m not a great one for ‘culture’ in any form of inverted commas)? Having been working in East Ayrshire for a couple of days, we made our way to a soft, grey Edinburgh, where I went for a long walk around old haunts on Saturday. Here are some pictures.
I love this city, where I went to University and lived so happily for four years. But I’m always a little bit glad to get back to cozy old London (riots or no riots) – and looking at that sky……. I’ll be pretty glad to be in Italy at the weekend…!
