Edinburgh Festival

June and I took the train into Edinburgh on Saturday morning. It was a gorgeous day. The Festival is in full swing just now and the train was packed. And Edinburgh was the same: throngs of people walking in streams.

We first climbed up Cockburn Street to the High Street. Again, it was shoulder to shoulder stuff trying to walk along the street, and the people-traffic would occasionally come to a halt where street entertainers plied their trade in entertaining the city’s visitors.

Feeling a tad peckish – and having been disappointed at the number of eateries which were brim full of patrons – we managed to get a table in the ‘Filling Station’ restaurant. June had spag-bol and I had a burger. We both washed that down with Coke, and then I paid the £47 bill – Edinburgh is expensive.

We then made our way down to Princes Street Gardens by way of St. Giles, Street, North Bank Street and onto Market Street. The gardens were just as busy as anywhere else, but we managed to find a space on the steps of the National Gallery where we enjoyed an ice cream.

From there we went on to the St. James Quarter where June perused the clothing shops – but didn’t buy anything. Then it was back to Waverley Station where we took a slightly less busy train journey back to Uphall.