Tuesday

for reasons that I won't go into, I was at a loose end in the west end today, so I decieded to go to the Dean Gallery.  This meant walking around the lovely Water of Leith again, so I was happy.  People in Edinburgh say good morning, too, so I got to pat several dogs on the way. 

The exhibition in the Dean wasn't quite my thing - I'm not that into central european dadaist photography, believe it or not, it's one of my few cultural blind spots.  So having wandered into the city centre, I called Chris and nagged him into climbing Arthur's Seat.

Arthur's Seat was the great hangover cure of my university career.  Trust me.  By the time you've hauled yourself, shivering and head pounding, to the top of the hill, the acohol gives up its evil hold.

  It worked for us, anyway, aside from the fact there was always some ancient person of about 85 jogging up the steep side like it wasn't even a slope.  That person is fit.  I need to start training now so I can do that when I'm 80 too!  And I figured that it would be a good way to spend a sunny day whatever happened.  WHen I get my computer working there are some great photos of Chris trying to look heroic.  Bless!  I even got a little sunburned.  After that, we went to the Sheep's Heid in Duddingston, which might not be spelled like that (the pub's right, I'm less sure about the village...) which is one of the best pubs ever, and has a traditional skittle alley round the back. 

Then we went home and took the mickey out of each others taste in exes for a while, as is of course traditional by now.  I've known Chris a very long time!