Monday

This is the last full week at the bank for several weeks now.  Left home on a lovely sunny morning with mist in the fields.  Queuing up waiting to board, in our little Easyjet boarding groups of 30,  I pomdered how the 30 tickets per boarding group actually translates into 37 plus people.  Plane a little late arriving in a cool cloudy Edinburgh.  I do hope it gets brighter this week, as I want to go out and take a few photos.

For supper Ed Aldridge, Joe Zamir and I met up at Zest for a curry and a few glasses of Stella.  The place was quite busy for a Monday.  Back at the hotel I had to open all the windows because the room was stifling hot with the heating on.

Tuesday

Down to breakfast dead on 7.00, no need to queue today.  No Americans.  Started off a cool cloudy day which improved through out.  The evening was a lovely almost cloudless day, quite clear with a strong cool wind blowing from the East.  Ed Aldridge drove off to the coast to surf.  I decided to walk up Arthur’s seat and take some photos.

Near the top I was accosted by a middle aged man asking me if I could call his son, as his mobile had run out of juice.  He had been up there all night and all day having slipped on the grass.  We did not get through to his son.  I left him, finished my walk to the top, took some excellent photos and then walked down.  On the way down I met the man again.  It turned out he had just become homeless, walked up to Arthur’s seat at 11.30 the previous evening for a place to sleep.  Apparently many homeless sleep in the park, going to the top in the cold wind does not seem sensible though. He could not get down again as he had dizzy spells and loses his balance, and was partially sighted.  I had wondered why I knew more about the layout of the park then him, who lived in the area.  The white stick was the clue in the end.  I helped him down the easier track, supporting him over the rough areas where he tending to slip and fall, down to the main road.  Here he was quite happy to be left.

Walked back into town to try a Moroccan restaurant, Fez on Nicholson Street, which I had tried to find a couple of weeks ago. Yes it had a small discrete entrance to a basement. Starters were prawns wrapped in filo pastry.  Main course was couscous and lamb.  The food was very filling, but all pretty tasteless really. Won’t be going there again.

 Wednesday

Breakfast at the hotel had a small queue at 7.00, but loads of people already eating.  They were not Americans, but Australians this time.  You could tell, a different set of clothing, it looked like many had only just arrived from the outback.

It was another sunny day here in paradise.  I stayed late at work looking into bands for the wedding.  It was a quick lunch out at the Cumberland at midday.

After work up onto Salisbury crags to take a few photographs.  A quick walk around town and then a short stay at Whistle Binkies.  Acoustic guitar is not my sort of music.

Thursday

Thought I would beat the crowds down to breakfast.  Arrived before 7.00, of course this time there was nobody there at all, and I could not get in.  Did find a notice on the wall from the tour company.  I see Friday is going to be the problem day for breakfast.

Jemma from the bank was leaving today, moving to Norfolk, so we all descended on the Café Royal for a short drink, which lasted until past midnight.  No supper tonight and McDonalds was closed, so was hungry to bed.

Friday

As predicted, turmoil at breakfast.  There were massive long queues with two tour companies demanding breakfast at 7.00.  I went back to my room to read a book, then down for a large breakfast.

Back home at a very reasonable time of 7.00, to find it empty.  Rosemary had already gone to the pub on her own.