Baby Came Home to Mama

Phew, they just brought my lost suitcase home to me, and the contents were intact. What a relief. The bag certainly shows signs of having been on adventures of its own - it has been dragged through the mud, and the pull tabs on the zipper are gone - but I'm just grateful that it was returned to me.

Home again, dirty but intact

The Loot

Imagine the contents of this collection running amok in my suitcase. I did, and was not happy. But it ended well. Now it's playtime!

If any of you wonder what the three little shell-like thingies to the left are: they're ammonites (petrified prehistoric molluscs). I found them in a shop in the Grassmarket, Edinburgh, and just had to buy them. They're perfect for my stone and shell collection. I've been curious about ammonites for some time and was thrilled to find these.

The Kiss of Sweet Scottish Rain

I just returned from a trip to Edinburgh, Scotland, where I met up with good friends, visited my old favourite haunts, pigged out on Scottish delicacies, and splashed out on new art supplies. Unfortunately I won’t be able to play with the art supplies just yet, because my luggage was lost coming home. I hope it’ll all show up soon, and preferably in one piece. I bought 9 bottles of acrylic ink and 3 bottles of textile paint, so it’ll be a veritable disaster if they break.

I spent a year at The University of Edinburgh 1995-1996 and another 6 months working as a warden (guide) at the Palace of Holyroodhouse in 1999, in addition to which I’ve visited the city a number of times, so returning to Edinburgh is always like coming home for me. Some things have changed over the years and some have stayed the same. I find my way around the city and my favourite shops are still in business. Here’s a short presentation of our trip and of Edinburgh.

At the Mercat Cross. We had a lot of rain, but also brilliant sunshine. The weather changes quickly in Scotland, and like the true gentleman, I never left home without my umbrella. This photo is taken at the Mercat cross on the Royal Mile, which is the long street leading from Edinburgh Castle down to the Palace of Holyroodhouse.

Ye Olde Christmas Shoppe. I used to pass this shop every day on my way to work in 1999. Now we saw at least three shops that are specialised in all-year-round Christmas paraphernalia. Apparently Christmas can’t come early enough nowadays.

The Palace of Holyroodhouse. My workplace for six months. I loved working as a guide: you could hang around talking to people all day – AND GET PAID FOR IT!

The Scott Monument. You can climb to the top of this big monument over Sir Walter Scott. It looks like a medieval space ship, doesn’t it? Look at the thunder clouds in the distance. We were soaked on our way home to the hostel.

But not as wet and miserable as this poor pigeon, though.

Princes Street Gardens. The thistle is the national emblem of Scotland. The ones we found in Princes Street Gardens were the handsomest I’ve ever seen: a lot taller than me (ok, I’m not a very tall person, but anyway. Big.).

Edinburgh Castle. My former landlady and now dear friend lives on the other side of the castle rock, so the Castle used to be the first thing I saw when I left in the morning. Pretty neat, huh?