29 September 2009--The weather doesn't look too bad as I have breakfast this morning, and I am determined to
get out and do something with the day. By the time I'm ready to go, however, the sky is dark, and there's a steady drizzle.
Decide to stay in and get caught up on photos and website work--I'm a week behind now. I get five pages uploaded, so it's
not an entirely unproductive day...just not what I really ought to be doing in Edinburgh.
Finally get out and up to the Royal Mile, and down to the Cadenhead's whisky shop, where I pick up bottles of Bladnoch and Pulteney. Then up to Royal Mile Whiskies, where I'm waited on by Iain. He must think I'm a total zombie because, well, I'm a total zombie. I've hardly spoken to anyone in two days, and my brain and vocal cords both are rusty. He is kind enough to pretend my incoherent gurgling is in some way meaningful, and he is generous with samples, which goes some little way toward dezombifying me. I want to repay his kindness, and I need a road bottle, anyway, so I purchase a ten-year-old Glencadam. I eat in Greyfriars, which I've always assumed was a tourist trap and thus never been in before, but it's actually pretty nice. Then I have a couple of pints in the Bow, wondering whether any of the lads will show up. I'm just about to call it an early night when the estimable Mr Nick Brown appears. I'm very glad to see him--missed him last year--and we have a lengthy blether before going our separate ways. He is considering emigrating to Australia...I may not see him again.
I'm leaving Edinburgh in the morning, with the usual regrets about things left undone, but it's just as well to get back on the road again.