Edinburgh Day 4: Adrift

We had six hours to kill in Edinburgh after checking out of our hotel on Sunday morning. We began with a bus ride to the National Library, and walked from there to Edinburgh Castle so that t. could get a closer look. From there we took the path down and around the bottom of the castle rock, accompanied by our extra roller bag, whom we christened "Bob the bag."

I regret to say I didn't take any pictures of Bob, but here is one of s. contemplating an assault on the castle:

It was too cold to spend the whole morning outside, so we migrated to the nearby Scottish National Gallery, where Bob took a nap in a locker, and the rest of us, respectively, sat and read, sat and knitted, and looked at paintings.

From there we walked to the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, which was more to our taste. t. and I found the 16th-18th century exhibits fascinating, though Bob, weary from the journey, took another locker nap, and s. was content to read:

When I read this quote by E.J. Hobsbawn about the early 20th century, I wondered if it will also be asked of the 21st:

We stopped in the Waverley Station mall for lunch, and then caught a very crowded train back to Cambridge. Note for next time: Don't book a train for the last day of half-term break.