Edinburgh Travel Blog› entry 7 of 10 › view all entries
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.
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!