The next morning dawned warm and sunny and after a lovely breakfast delivered to our room on delicate blue and white china plates, we headed north again to Edinburgh. Luckily our favorite B&B had a room for us and we spent the next few days shopping and sight seeing. We bought a book of Robbie Burns songs and ballads, old volumes of poetry by Scott, a book on birds of Britain, water colors for me, music books, and typing paper for Jack.
We visited the National Gallery to see an exhibit of prints by Daumier, and spent time listening to some buskers in the park. It was great people watching. A little old lady danced by in her purple hat, a fastidious gentleman took out his handkerchief and smoothed it daintily on the step before sitting down to listen, people fed birds or just stood around enjoying the beautiful day and the music.
After saying good-bye to our hosts, who had by this time become friends, we packed up and took the final road to the north and home.
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I saw mention of your book in the most recent edition of "Scottish Life", and was excited to see that Americans were able to move to Scotland!
I am disappointed to find that one must be able to live without working in order to do this, as my husband and I are barely making the bills here in the US, and with the housing market what it is, we could only afford a few months before we'd be broke AND homeless...
Sigh.
Well, it's lovely to read about your adventures. Thanks for sharing them!
I was fortunate enough to be able to travel to Scotland twice in my life (the second time for two weeks, all on my own), and it was heaven.
- M
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