On the penultimate day of 2021, with the tickers clock ticking, Mrs RM and I headed to Edinburgh on the 11:17 from Durham, after a quick walk round the majestic cathedral and the dullest High Street in the country.
No, it really is;
Mrs RM fought hard to defend it, even finding a little Christmas display in a vain attempt at quirkiness.
Two hours after leaving Durham we were in the scarcely less quirky main shopping street of Edinburgh, having finally found the 30p needed for a wee at Waverley.
Princes St was busy enough around the German sausage stands of the Christmas fair, but sorely lacking in the European tourists.
A guy who looked liked Louis Theroux proudly carried off his giant carrot, soon to be a mascot for a pub ticker, probably Maltmeister who lives near carrots.
Four ticks in Edinburgh, spread from sea to parliament.
The first was one I nipped in for a wee on the great 2019 CAMRA AGM trip. Why, oh, why didn’t convert that wee into a tick back then ? Curry Charles has been here, possibly in the 1930s to watch something with innuendo in the title.
The Caley is gorgeous, rather like Tunbridge Well’s Opera House or that Spoons in Folkestone, but they’d closed off the top floor as it was quiet and it all looked a bit sad, especially with no bar service and grubby tables.
Mrs RM and I shared a half of Stewart Gold. I wrote down “2.5”. Mrs RM said “That’s nice”, so I crossed out “2.5” and wrote 3. In truth, it was a 3.
There was lots going on in the booths, but my schedule said we needed to be a mile away in 17 minutes, and it never pays to be off-schedule.