Don’t take the “new” in New Town to seriously. I think “new” was 1720.
The plan was to go walkabout this morning and then walk off in the other direction for brunch. Well, what ever happens is what I planned.
I found the city gardens. It was quite grand. Nobody does gardens as well as the British, or the Scots. 70 acres of perfectly manicured plantings.
They have one of those giant stinky plants getting ready to bloom. These things are pretty special in most conservatories. This one is no exception. They were distressed this morning that they were not able to get their live streaming system to work. They were expecting big stinky to open sometime today and were looking forward to selling 10 pound tickets to see it this evening. I don’t feel cheated that I showed up 6 hours too early. Hey, I avoided the crowds. And, only paid 5 pounds to get in.
By the time I made it back to the hotel, I decided that I needed an afternoon off more than I needed brunch. So, that’s what I did. Travel at 75 is not like travel at 25.
Tomorrow it’s on the train back to London. I got my ticket yesterday. Have no plans for London.
But, I will miss this guy.
This is a small room and this guy covers an entire wall