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A very pretty, drizzly George Street on Friday evening.
An almost-proper Scottish breakfast at Snax Cafe (there’s no black pudding, but there is an egg hiding under the pile of chips).
Old College in all its glory.
Supporters of Scottish Independence on Princes Street – very different from the violent protests we’ve been hearing about in Ferguson.
Teviot all lit up for the first night of Freshers’ Week. Note the long queue, which seems to be common for all nighttime events. This was also where the Céilidh (kay-lee; a traditional Highland dance) lesson was held, which was so incredibly fun.
The Riding of the Marches on the Royal Mile, commemorating both the old tradition of riding on horseback to secure Edinburgh’s borders and 100 years since the start of WWI.
Sunny skies in Auld Reekie.
An obligatory picture of the first meal I made in my flat.
Heartland to Highlands 
Really enjoying your posts. Am going to take my iPad to my friends the Pearsons on Friday. They visited there when their granddaughter was living there and going to school. I am probably repeating myself! Country Fair this weekend and Annie is entering a King Arthur Brioche which I didn’t like…filling of dried cherries and choc chips. She made another with cinnamon and sugar for me and Uncle Bill. Much better! Also doing the state cake, a citrus chiffon cake, which is delicious. None for your dad who is doing well on his diet. He conned me in to paying for a massage for every 10 pounds he lost. I am really happy to pay for as many massages as he earns…as of last week, 1 massage. Off to my fitness class, Love, Gramma
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