The city tour was conducted by a local guide, Davie McRae.
What can I say about Davie? The man loves Eric Bogle, is a font of small and large facts about the city and is a non-stop Scottish version of Quirky. For those who don't know my mate Quirky, just imagine a collection of the world's worst Dad jokes replayed on a never ending loop and you'll be getting close. Actually, Davie had us in stitches, despite being a doctor of philosophy. He showed us the places where famous Scots lived (Alexander Graham Bell ... a real phoney) and writers of great note. After seeing both the new town and the old town, he took us up to Edinburgh Castle at the opening which allowed us to avoid the crowds and not have to fight for the views. Its an interesting place. I snapped photos in between gusts of wind which tried very hard to blow us off the castle. As you walk in, the forecourt area before the main gate is the area in which they hold the famous Military Tattoo. It looks nothing like the images you see on TV. For starters, the surface is slopped quite markedly, so they cover it with a false floor.
After we finished, we were dropped in the city and wandered across to the Royal Mile and back up toward the castle. We had our lunch in an Italian place and really chilled out, realising just how tired we were feeling. After lunch we visited the National Galleries of Scotland. Lots of portraits and some nice landscapes but generally disappointing. Mind you, our feet were complaining.
Moving on tomorrow.