We went to the Sheep Heid tavern
which was about 550 years old after
hiking Arthur’s Seat.
There was a notice on the table
that said not to feed Hector the
Highland Terrier because he was
too fat; even though he would
beg charmingly.
Afterwards we visited Edinburgh
Castle. It was interesting to
peep through the windows and note
that every approach was open
to projectiles, hot oil, bolts
and stones.
Then we had a glass of poopy
but mostly bearable wine from
Chile and I had Haggis and turnips
and mash. It was really good.
LL hid her view of my plate with
her own castle/barricade of
glasses, salt shakers and menus.
I don’t want to know about it,
she said.
Olive Jonesy!
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