Fifteen minutes (jay)walking later, Paul and I were at Bennets Bar, our second Edinburgh classic of the day. I’ll be honest. I know the capital has dozens of ornate bars; they’re beautifully detailed in the CAMRA Scottish Heritage Pub Guide I got Paul for a bargain £3 at the AGM. In general I care… Continue reading BENNETS BAR – NOT BAD, IS IT ?
Back in Aberdeen, via the hospital and every possible bus stop in the western suburbs, I pondered three things over flat whites in the Archibald Simpson. a) I would never have another beer, ever. b) It was my own fault. c) I couldn’t just sit in Wetherspoons nursing a coffee for five hours till Mrs… Continue reading SCRATCHING THE AITCHIE’S ITCH
Our last day in Aberdeen. It was only three days, though reading these posts may have aged you by months. I set off from the bus stop right outside the Northern Hotel (good rooms, dull breakfast). The KFC next door was open till 3am for late night chips, the direct bus service has slightly less… Continue reading QUEASY IN OLDMELDRUM
Perhaps uniquely in the English-speaking (as opposed to Scots-speaking) world, I know where Linlithgow is. Quite a stately town, the Cirencester of the north. I know it’s got an ancient Palace; we’d dragged the boys round it on the way to see the Falkirk horses (much more exciting). The most interesting thing about the walk… Continue reading GO, GO TO LINLITHGOW