Edinburgh, Days 3 and 4
Our Sunday was a very lazy one. We had our darkest skies that day, though it seldom rained outright. I went to a nearby shop for the Sunday Times in time for breakfast. Afterwards we spent hours reading and relaxing, broken by a movie borrowed from our hosts' VHS video collection.
Later I walked into town just to take a stroll. I felt a bit sad walking around as I realised it would probably be my last leisurely look at the city.
None of us were too excited to find another place for dinner, especially on a Sunday night when things close early. I volunteered to go out and scout for decent sandwiches from a grocery store, and Sarah was conscripted to accompany me as she'd spent her whole day indoors. So we had a long walk to a Tesco for sandwiches, crisps, juices and biscuits for dessert, feeding the three of us for ten quid. And that was our Sunday.
Monday was a leisurely departure. We had an unhurried breakfast and called a taxi to catch our 9:30 train. The total journey, including a relaxed layover in Peterborough, was about six and a half hours, a bit shorter than a drive would have been. Margo was glad to not have to drive for so long.
Monday was also a day of shockingly warm weather and perfectly blue skies. It was surreal, almost. Like going to sleep in winter and waking up in summer. Suddenly we're all in shirtsleeves, and our winter coats seem very silly. And it's been like that all week. Temperatures in the low to mid twenties. (In winter, we set our thermostat to 18.)
For me the most memorable part of our return journey was seeing the massive sculpture Angel of the North, just south of Newcastle. I hadn't noticed it on the way north.
But soon enough we were back in Ipswich, facing heaps of laundry, little food, and barely enough time to write these posts.
Later I walked into town just to take a stroll. I felt a bit sad walking around as I realised it would probably be my last leisurely look at the city.
None of us were too excited to find another place for dinner, especially on a Sunday night when things close early. I volunteered to go out and scout for decent sandwiches from a grocery store, and Sarah was conscripted to accompany me as she'd spent her whole day indoors. So we had a long walk to a Tesco for sandwiches, crisps, juices and biscuits for dessert, feeding the three of us for ten quid. And that was our Sunday.
Monday was a leisurely departure. We had an unhurried breakfast and called a taxi to catch our 9:30 train. The total journey, including a relaxed layover in Peterborough, was about six and a half hours, a bit shorter than a drive would have been. Margo was glad to not have to drive for so long.
Monday was also a day of shockingly warm weather and perfectly blue skies. It was surreal, almost. Like going to sleep in winter and waking up in summer. Suddenly we're all in shirtsleeves, and our winter coats seem very silly. And it's been like that all week. Temperatures in the low to mid twenties. (In winter, we set our thermostat to 18.)
For me the most memorable part of our return journey was seeing the massive sculpture Angel of the North, just south of Newcastle. I hadn't noticed it on the way north.
But soon enough we were back in Ipswich, facing heaps of laundry, little food, and barely enough time to write these posts.
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