Arrival in Edinburgh

So we got into town and realized that a certain person formerly known as Purpleworms had mislaid the address info and we had no idea where we were going. Luckily the couple across from us in the train had a data phone and after searching for awhile we were able to guess the name of the Guesthouse and get an address. So we headed off to the Guest house and walked the long way there asking every so often if anyone knew the direction.

We  passed this sculpture of Oliver Cromwell on the way.  Edinburgh is a fine old city.

with a really long park along its northern side. It used to be a kind of loch where the waste would be dumped and they credit this with making it a very fertile green space and park.

 

Eventually we found our place (but not until after we had walked ourselves to death.) 

Here is a garden next door.

And here is the Cruachan Guesthouse that we would make our home for the next 3 days.

And of course there was no one there. We placed a phone call and were told that they had to go to the optician and would show up as soon as possible (in about 15 minutes). And a very sweet gentleman did show up and finally let us in. 

We were informed that our rooms were not en suite which I didn't mind, but of course it turned out the loo was a floor down a treacherous circular staircase, which I did.

Still it was clean and not too horribly far from where we wanted to go (but not as close as we had hoped either.