Edinburgh

Today was the coldest day we have had on this trip so far. We had a late night last night, so it was a bit of a struggle to get going this morning, for me anyway. But we managed to catch a train from Dalmuir to Edinburgh at about 10 o'clock. Mum decided to stay in Dalmuir today, so it was just the five of us "youngsters". It snowed in Edinburgh this morning, but by the time we arrived, at about 11:30, the snow was gone. We actually got some sunshine while we were there, but almost no warmth from it.

We walked up the Royal Mile to Edinburgh Castle, but did not go in. We wanted to take an open-top bus tour of the city first, and then go into the castle in the afternoon if we had time. It turned out that we did not have time, but that's OK. The bus tour was great, but I only took one photo, due to being so cold. Instead of completing the whole tour, we got off the bus a couple of stops early and went into the very posh Caledonian Hotel for a drink. Then we walked around the back of Edinburgh Castle, and back to the train station for the return journey to Dalmuir.

We loved Edinburgh, but it was obvious that the areas we went to today, mostly around the Royal Mile, are entirely touristy. Every second shop sells souvenirs and/or authentic Scottish fare like tweed clothes and hats, cashmere scarves, kilts, tartans, and coats of arms. All of the eateries and coffee shops sell haggis and cullen skink. There were tourists everywhere we went, including us. We agreed that it was better to be there now though, despite the cold, than in the Summer when the tourists are probably wall-to-wall, and you probably have to queue for everything.

Tonight I am relaxing in the flat on my own. The others have all gone to our cousin's house. I just felt done when we got home from Edinburgh and I needed a rest. We have a big day coming up tomorrow.

Wish you were here.

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Wish you were here.

A Handy Tip

I probably should have mentioned this earlier (better late than never) but if you are reading this Travelblodge on a phone, you can improve your reading experience by tapping the link that says "View web version". You may also want to turn your phone sideways to increase the text size. Thank you to Michaela for pointing this out to me.

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Hail Hail!

Another day, another bucket list item accomplished. The big story of today is our trip to Park Head to see Celtic take on Livingston. Huge thanks to our cousin, Joe, for securing match tickets for us. The seats were great, and we had an excellent view of the match.

Earlier, we went to the local shopping mall to pick up some Celtic merch, and to meet Mum's old bestie, Beatrice. Most of us also bought warm Winter coats because we figured that the ones we brought with us would be inadequate for a night in a football stadium in Glasgow in Winter. 

We had lunch with Beatrice at a beautiful little pub called Chandlers. Later, our cousins (second, third, whatever), Pat and Niall, very generously drove us to Park Head. After the match they very generously drove us back again. We were all more rugged-up than we had been all holiday. Personally, I was wearing thermal long johns, jeans, chinos, a thermal long sleeve t-shirt, a shirt, two jumpers, two pairs of thick bamboo socks, hiking boots, my newly-acquired coat, gloves, a scarf, and two beanies. I am happy to report that I was not cold.

The match itself was very one-sided. One interested onlooker (me) estimated that Celtic had about 80% of the possession, and most of the play was within striking distance of Livingston's goal. Despite giving away a penalty in the second half, Celtic won the match 2 - 1. A good result for us Celtic fans, and a great night out was had by all.

Wish you were here.

Bonnie Scotland

Today was, once again, mostly occupied by travel. We left Blackpool this morning in the rented people mover, and stopped to take in the views of Lake Windermere, at the fantastic Wateredge Inn. Not long after that, we stopped for lunch at the Old Toll Bar, just over the Scottish border in Gretna Green. Here, I took a selfie with the sign that says Scotland Welcomes You. This was quite an emotional experience for me; my first moments in Scotland since I left as a toddler.

The afternoon was spent driving from Gretna Green to Clydebank, the city where I was born. I don't want to overuse the word "surreal" in this rambling chronicle, so I will just say that it feels good to finally be here, and that in a strange way, I feel like I belong here, even though I am really just a tourist. This is where I came from, so this will always feel like home.

Wish you were here.

Blackpool Rocks

Today was another travel day. We left Liverpool in a hire car (people mover) and ended up in Blackpool. Along the way we stopped for lunch at a great little pub called the Pig and Whistle, in Preston.

It is clear that Blackpool is very much a Summer tourist town. Many of the businesses that we saw along the seafront today are closed for the Winter. I would love to be here in the Summer to see this place thronging with people and sounds and lights and, let's be honest, some warmth. We did have some fun at a place called Coral Island, which is a very large amusement arcade/casino, and had drinks at a Wetherspoon, which was on my to-do list.

Yesterday I said that we would be heading to Scotland today, but I was mistaken. Tomorrow we shall venture North to search for that mystical land that the inhabitants call Scotland.

Wish you were here.

Hello Liverpool

Today I travelled by train from Wrexham to Liverpool, and once again, I enjoyed the train journey very much. I arrived in the early afternoon and met up with my travelling compadres. Two of our group had gone to Anfield to watch a football match, and the rest of us watched the match at a pub. Tomorrow we shall venture North to search for that mystical land that the inhabitants call Scotland.

Wish you were here.