You hold my hand and sing to yourself; sun.
Went to Edinburgh with C last weekend. Stayed in a beautiful hotel I found on laterooms - huge high bed and a stunning view out the window, all the way to Fettes. Walked down by the Leith to get there, nearly got run over by small children cycling. Since I got the room C took us to dinner, at this (aptly named) restaurant La Petite Mort, after calling prosecco on Room Service. Glorious Mastercheffy food - C had some beetroot so I was proud of him. We had a duck terrine, and a beetroot/goat cheese tian (which appears to be like a savoury panna cotta), followed by rabbit (mine) and fish (his) with all sorts of fancy trimmings.
The waitress was very charming and very Irish. For dessert we had a peanut butter parfait. Then we walked through the city slowly back to Stockbridge, stopping in the Summerhalls and the Blind Poet for drinks. Then went to that gin bar Kirsty and I found last time, the one with BE GIN written on the wall. Had two more then made it back to our room. I'd bought a few new things in town on Friday. We were awake for another two hours.
Didn't actually get a great night's sleep. Had fallen asleep with my lenses in and woke up about six to take them out, hungover to the back teeth. We got up at ten for breakfast, ate too much, managed to get downstairs at three minutes past for what we thought was an eleven o'clock check out. The girl at the desk said, oh, you don't need to check out till twelve. We instantly went back upstairs, took some clothes off and lay on the bed looking out the window and snoozed the extra hour. Then finally feeling human again walked into town, sat in the gardens, went to the art gallery, rolled down the hill where the moat used to be and then got the train home.
We stopped for no reason at Drumgelloch and went for a walk in the woods. Blackridge would have been nicer, but we weren't spontaneous enough. Then back to mine, pasta and a movie, bed. I could not have had a better time.
The waitress was very charming and very Irish. For dessert we had a peanut butter parfait. Then we walked through the city slowly back to Stockbridge, stopping in the Summerhalls and the Blind Poet for drinks. Then went to that gin bar Kirsty and I found last time, the one with BE GIN written on the wall. Had two more then made it back to our room. I'd bought a few new things in town on Friday. We were awake for another two hours.
Didn't actually get a great night's sleep. Had fallen asleep with my lenses in and woke up about six to take them out, hungover to the back teeth. We got up at ten for breakfast, ate too much, managed to get downstairs at three minutes past for what we thought was an eleven o'clock check out. The girl at the desk said, oh, you don't need to check out till twelve. We instantly went back upstairs, took some clothes off and lay on the bed looking out the window and snoozed the extra hour. Then finally feeling human again walked into town, sat in the gardens, went to the art gallery, rolled down the hill where the moat used to be and then got the train home.
We stopped for no reason at Drumgelloch and went for a walk in the woods. Blackridge would have been nicer, but we weren't spontaneous enough. Then back to mine, pasta and a movie, bed. I could not have had a better time.