Edinburgh was the starting point of my trip earlier this year that saw me do all sorts of adventurous (walking Hadrian’s Wall and climbing Scafell Pike) and not so adventurous ( weekend retreat , sipping cocktails in Paris) types of things.
Edinburgh was one of the non-adventurous destinations, acclimatising after the long-haul flight, sampling the Scottish coffee (not raving over it), and the beer (cheaper than Australia and not bad to boot) and checking out the ghosts and ghoulies (a blog post for another time).
We were staying in an apartment only a few minutes from the Royal Mile and, through no forward planning, it just happened to look out onto the slopes of Arthur’s Seat, so I had no excuse really.
Gail and I had connected when I was planning my first trek to Everest Base Camp , she and her husband were trekking the same route in the Himalayas a few months before me and, although she lived in Scotland and I was in Australia, we struck up a connection and have been chatting online ever since.