Climbing Arthur’s Seat: Adventures in Edinburgh

I had a most enjoyable Sunday yesterday – second time I’ve been to church all year, caught up with my godparents in their awesome house, plucked raspberries, fed two pigs, fell in love with a little dog called Pippa, felt immensely grateful for being reminded that there are always blessings in the small things. I’ve been so worried about Life Beyond College but visiting my godma in her almost self-sufficient house… I can hardly be called religious or spiritual but I am reminded that I can cast all my cares upon Him. Life isn’t all that complicated, really.

There has been a backlog of posts! Seems I start to put off even what I enjoy doing haha. I am so averse to work and routine, even though I constantly wish for my life to be in Stepfordian order. Also, my life has been a-tizzy because my baby sister (well, she’s off to college next year, but in my eyes…) recently informed me about certain developments in her life and I cannot believe I am not home to partake in the girly excitement in person.

But onwards to our Edinburgh adventure, where we headed to last Sunday on the overnight Megabus (£34 return). We stepped off the bus station near St Andrew’s Square and Alan and I looked at each other and thought, “Oh no. This is really cold.” I proceeded to wrap myself up in my few pieces of clothes and froze my butt off all the way to our Airbnb host Sasha’s place (his place is super neat and has hot showers and you should stay there if you ever find yourself in the area!).

What I love about Edinburgh:

  • Food – we really lucked out here. Every single place we went to was awesome and amazing and entirely deserving of a blog post of its own (which it shall have). I’d venture to say that the places we ate at are on average better than the ones we’ve tried in London! And for slightly cheaper too.
  • History – there’s the whole millions-of-years’ old story about Scotland vs Britain, Harry Potter (JK Rowling apparently wrote her first book in its cafe), ghostly tales…
  • Architecture – I love old buildings, period. In Alan’s words, “a gritty kind of oldness. Which is not a bad thing.”

What I was disappointed about:

  • Where were the Scottish accents?
  • Why was it so cold?

That said, the highlight of our trip was really climbing Arthur’s Seat. I wasn’t sure if I could do it – in general, Rachie and athletic activity don’t really go together. Later, I was rather embarrassed to see moms and their kids walking up to the top as if it were just a typical Sunday stroll. Looking at Wikipedia now I see that I am such a wimp: it’s just 250m tall. BUT it offers a beautiful view of the city. Legend says it was the old site of the fabled Camelot… Reality tells you it’s an extinct volcano. Whatever, still breathtaking.

I just love this picture of Alan acting looking zen and in control and yet so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I don’t want to over-analyze a picture that a noob photographer like me took but I don’t know, that kind of peace is nice. The wind was blowing like crazy and I didn’t dare to do the same pose for fear that I’d be blown off (hah! such hubris! as if I’m that light…) Anyway:

I think I look a little funny in this photo but there is little evidence otherwise of my actual (albeit minimal) athletic feat:

Even the route here was lovely. We took a longer but flatter journey around two lakes, St Margaret’s Loch and Dunsapie Loch. I can’t remember which one is which but I do think it’s a great spot to zen out, read a book, feed swans if that’s up your alley. The swans we met were very greedy and being fed by PRCs bread in spite of the blatant sign, “DO NOT FEED THE SWANS,” but it was to everyone’s advantage as we got to see that even fowl have foul behaviour. Here’s my sole shot of grace:

Alan provided entertainment on the way down.

The whole journey took us under 3 hours but we were taking a longer route. Some women were dressed for jogging – I bet they got up and down in an hour, tops. Oh! And the little kids:

We did other stuff in Edinburgh too… But I think this is the memory I’ll take to my grave. 🙂

3 Comments

  • lilian says:

    When we climbed Snowdon (1,085 metres) in the 1980s, we passed two or three groups of old folks (and I mean old, like in their 80s) here and there on the slope, rubber mat spread out, thermos flasks opened, sipping their tea or coffee. They certainly believed ‘life’s a journey, not a destination’.

  • Kitty says:

    It was great to see you both – as it was like stopping the busy-ness of life to find time to build special friendships through sharing of food, fruits, ice cream and so much more on a lazy hot English Sunday afternoon.

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