Today we travelled to the Far East, Edinburgh to see how the other half live.
The weather was kind to us to begin with, but the weather fairies had said we should bring a brolly. We ignored them, but perhaps we shouldn’t have. We walked our usual path from Haymarket, up Morrison Street then through the canyon of Ladyfield before crossing to the Nero on Lothian Road. Best coffee I’ve had in weeks in there, then the walk over to Castle Terrace and the farmer’s market there. I was looking for a couple of pieces of Hogget. Hogget is the word used to describe a lamb in its second spring or summer. The meat is richer than lamb, but not as strong as mutton. I find it hard to get in butcher’s, but am usually able to get some in the Edinburgh farmer’s market. So it was today. In the fridge I’ve now got a couple of chunks of Hogget chump chops and a Cannon of Hogget in the fridge. Apparently you can cook a hogget cannon like you would cook steak. One lot will hopefully provide dinner for me tomorrow and the other will go in the freezer for me to find later in the year.
By the time we were clear of the farmer’s market, the rain was getting heavy, so after a wander round the outdoor markets of the Grassmarket, Scamp decided we should have lunch in Petit Paris. A real French restaurant. We both went for the same menu: Soup of the day, (loaded with veg) and Fish of the Day which was Coley with Mash. I didn’t think I was hungry until I’d finished both plates and would have licked the plate if I thought I’d get away with it. A half a glass of red to wash it down because I was driving when we got home.
By the time we left the rain was heavy. We walked up West Bow and shook our heads at the Harry Potter nutters standing in the rain before they spent a fortune on magic wands and top hats and other things that only foreigners buy. Ourselves excluded, of course.
Next we made our way back down the steep Mound to listen to a gospel choir and then on to Princes Street gardens to watch the annual Passion Play. We only stayed a while, but by then we were soaked through, so we headed for the station and with minutes to spare, caught the train home.
Tonight we watched an excellent adults cartoon and then, The Greatest Story Ever Told. An Easter story that started life in the mid 1960s. I’ll admit I had never seen it before.
Wish we’d stayed longer at the Passion Play, maybe next time.
PoD went to cranes reflected in a new glass-fronted building in the city.
Wind is getting a bit stronger tonight. Hopefully it will be gone by tomorrow. No plans for Sunday.









