Woke early this morning in a panic about a few things. Will I have enough time at the airport between flights tomorrow. An hour and a half doesn't seem to be enough. Other flights just won't work so I'm going to just have to risk it.
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| That's not the scratch - it was much harder to see |
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| Part of the Castle taken from inside |
What a castle it was. I arrived just in time to watch and hear the one o'clock gun go off. Not sure what it was about because I couldn't understand the guy who was talking about it. I loved watching the crowd around me dutifully raising their phones in a silent salute to the event. I did too. It was the only way I could see. I hope I caught it on film - I must confess I haven't checked - but I did hear it alright. Still hear it ringing in my ears now 11 hours later.
The castle was a wee ripper. Aye. Plenty to see. Plenty of history. Plenty of views over an interesting town. Plenty of good photos.
| View of part of the old city |
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| Arthur's Seat and in the foreground Edinburgh getting ready for the Tattoo |
As I said I caught the train down past Moffat to a town called Lockerbie - a place made famous by a bombed passenger plane hitting it in the late 1990s.

Bob and Sheila McGovern have been great hosts and we have been up late sharing stories about our lives and eating a great three course meal with wine and champagne.
An early start in the morning. Wish me luck at Gatwick.



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