|The lounge, as styled by Sonshine (and Big Bunny)|
Flat was £85 per night and included secure underground parking.
|Sonshine's twin room - it was never as tidy as this again for the duration of our sojourn|
The bedroom of a Domestic Goddess - ours never looked this tidy again either actually.
Another angle - includes en suite door and wardrobes - bed was massive - 2 singles 'zipped' together.
Strongly recommend it for an uninterrupted night's kip
The view. Yeah, ignore the electricity box things and urban wasteland in foreground.
Large blue boat thing in distance is The Royal Yacht Britannia
Edinburgh zoo - sealion - a guy who doesn't give a fuck about his weight. The sealion, that is.
I may have been the only person in the zoo thinking that this bird would make a lovely hat.
[ family photo removed - explanation of which in next blog post]
Family photo - take a good look - that's as close to a smile as you are going to get off Tartarus and is the only photo that I can leave up here for a few days.
Unbelievably, up at the top of the zoo, we bumped into one of Sonshine's teachers and her family.
It's a small world. Well, a very small country at any rate.
Four adorable little squirrel monkeys all having a kip. I have memories of being snapped in Scarborough by a street photographer who had one of these little guys. It was a long time ago and I didn't know it was cruel *innocent child face*
All queued up to watch the penguin parade. There were only 4 penguins in it as the others are all sitting on eggs and squirting shit at each other. I took a film. Very short. Must see how to load it up.....
Spotted this firm of lawyers in the Grassmarket. Loved the name :-) Am hoping that the lawyer's first name is Verity ;-)
Sonshine models his waggly tooth (note: now out!)
Mercifully a bogle-free nose (highly unusual)
Edinburgh panorama from Castle Ramparts - right above the Dog Cemetery.
Honestly - so windy it blew the earring right out of my ear.
Getting ready to set off the 1 0'clock Gun. Sonshine nearly shit himself when it boomed out.
Was hugely disappointed to learn that no live ammo is used
in this daily time-keeping ritual in Edinburgh.
Might I suggest that if they DO start using live ammo, they aim the gun at the Edinburgh Parliament?
Sonshine and Hestia get on their knees in St Margaret's Chapel at the Castle and wonder whether they could nick the silver.
So now we're back home and it already seems like a dream
(albeit one with a couple of nightmarish sections)