Bonnie Scotland 30/12 to 3/01
Our adventure started a 6am getting to the station with our mountain bikes and ruck sacks on our backs. Slightly wobbly but we got to Kings Cross station on time. We were met with the Scottish weather I so dearly remember from a winter elective in 
We were not so fortunate the next day awaking to drizzle and howling wind. But this was not going to perturb the hardcore tourists we are. So Jen, Pete and I gortexed up and ventured down to the Scottish parliament building to see what all the fuss was all about. Now I am sure Pete will write an extensive entry about the architectural master piece and include lots of photos so I will spare you the detail. But even after the tour and explanation of design I was till left begging. What I did like was the thinking chairs which each of the MP had to THINK before they met, the bike racks that don't look like bike racks and the wonderful ceiling.
The rest the day was spent wondering the streets, getting wet, looking at shops, getting more wet and taking photos of very, very old buildings. By the end of the day Jen and I were starting to gain a good understanding of rising damp as our jeans were wet to the knees. I couldn't come at gortex over pants while in town and according to the Scots a mini skirt is apparently still ok (no rising damp!).
The next day there were grand plans to go hill walking however these met there demise in the car park at the bottom of the hill as the rain teemed down outside none of us were keen to venture at in to the wet. But to our surprise about the car park was full so 30 other people were obviously not perturbed. We went back into town and found a coffee shop called toast and had breakfast. Then Pete and I went of sight seeing... in the rain. We did find a fantastic little photography book shop just off the royal mile,
Bridgette