Edinburgh Travel Blog› entry 6 of 10 › view all entries
So I was trying to distract myself ahead of this date. Keeping myself entertained is at the best of times something of a battle, especially in countries where it is too rainy to just spend the day in a pavement cafe, and this was something of a challenge. Sigh. But luckily, I was in Edinburgh. If all else fails, I can find myself a hill and climb it.
Queen's park is the park surrounding Arthur's seat, the large extinct volcano. Having gone into the centre to pick up my replacement glasses, I journeyed forth to see if I could avoid spending the day obssessing about the appropriateness of my outfit. I decided against going to the parliament - it's a great building, but I was feeling outdoorsish.
After that, I went to the city of Edinburgh museum. I'll write a separate review, but it at least was quiet and I could force myself to learn about stuff - like how Cannongate was a separate burgh till a couple of hundred years ago - until the Bloke in question texted me when we were meeting and where.
I'm not good on sophisticated. Never was. And certainly not on cool.
On the way back up the royal mile to get changed, I stumbled across a very small sign that said "garden open to the public", and into one of the most beautiful gardens I've ever seen. Slightly overgrown, in a good way, full of drowsy bees and pinks and honeysuckles and half wild roses, and it smelt amazing. Stunningly lovely. My friends who live here don't entirely believe it really exists, but it does.
Of course I left the house too early, and even the earnest display in Princes Street Gardens failed to kill enough time. I was forced to resort to wandering about on the Water of Leith to kill time.
Unfortunately, an excess of nerves meant that I can't remember the name of the little Argintinean restaurant where we ate dinner, but it was really quite nice. I had Arepos. The service was great, though, the wine was lovely, adn there can't be that many Argintinean restaurants in Stockbridge, so I'm sure interested readers can find it!
The bar we drank cocktails in was called Brambles, and I'll write a brief review. But I got really quite drunk, and it was very dark and nice.