It been a wonderful 5 weeks in Scotland. Lots of planning – after booking 3 years ago. Thanks covid. rebooking and here we are

We’re been to Iceland , Shetland , the Borders, Edinburgh, Skye, the Outer Hebrides, the Highlands.

And the last day is spent getting to Edinburgh.

First exploring the coast of Fife.

Then lunch at Fettykill Fox, a very old pub, with our friend, Jim Chisholm’s cousin Irvine.

We had a lovely long lunch chatting like old friends. He has Jim’s dry sense of humour.

Then it was off to farewell Edinburgh.

A small shopping trip which ended in a navy linen shirt.

A drink on the terrace of where we are staying. Right on Princes St with a view of the old town. We sat in the late afternoon sun just the two of us until…… a man in a pale linen suit , braces, a glass of champagne in hand with a look reminiscent of Rumpole of the Bailey began talking to us.

Turns out he is a retired barrister. Now does voice overs and with his accompanist performs Noel Coward and Flanders & Swann performances. Google Flanders & Swann!

What an entertainment he was. His partner Gillian joined him. Then his accompanist, a lawyer during the day and pianist by night, joined us.

We had a fun hour before they left for a dinner and we went to Elements, a lovely wine bar for dinner.

We discussed our holiday so far deciding what we would change, if anything.

Very few changes I’m happy to say. Maybe one extra day or two in the Hebrides. One less in Edinburgh the end of the festival or no Hebrides, a day more in Skye and in the Scottish Highlands. But minor details. We’ve loved it all.

Now to the USA.

With a night in Frankfurt which didn’t go according to plan. Our plane was late. The luggage took ages to come through and we got on the wrong train to our ‘airport’ hotel.

By the time we were in our apartment we didn’t want to go too far. We didn’t go all the way into the city centre. Still, we had a good dinner, and a nice evening reading, and trying to work out how the automatic curtains worked in our studio apartment. Then regretting the first thing I’ve left behind. My tshirt nightie. Yeeks. Going to the USA with no nightie. I guess they have shops.