Sometimes, we could all do with a little getaway. A few short hours away from the city. A chance to loose yourself in fresh air, mountain views and some place new. Even better when it’s a whole weekend. Admittedly, Edinburgh isn’t new to either M nor me but when two old uni friends of mine suggested a weekend of rugby and exploring in bonnie Scotland we could hardly say no.
After a tumultuous start (cue several hours getting pins and needles sat on the floor of a Virgin train) we arrived in an ice cold Edinburgh. My southern soul was not prepared for this! Still, by the time Saturday morning rolled around we were bundled up warm and ready for a brisk walk up Arthur’s Seat to get the juices flowing.
What is it about open views of the sea that make my city soul feel so free?
I always forget how much I need to get out of London until I finally do. I forget what green spaces do for my mood and what unpolluted fresh air blowing on my face feels like. Clearly, I need to get out of the city more often!
We slipped and slided (quite literally in some cases!!) back down to a more agreeable height and wandered back to the flat. From one mountain to another, this one made of cheese, it was rugby time. Beers in tow, we settled in to watch a very unhappy – in my case – England v Wales game. Humph.
I’d say Sunday was slower but we spent just as much time on our feet. Another good reminder that this office worker needs to move her body more!
After a sleepy start, we ambled through a frosty Edinburgh in the general direction of Murrayfield. Of course, we couldn’t help but tick a few spots of these two tourists’ checklist now could we?
Then, of course, we took a quick pit stop at Cairngorm Coffee Co. to indulge our caffeine addictions with a cup of the good stuff.
How beautiful is the design of this place? They have one branch that’s completely white in decor and the other that’s completely black. Clearly I’m team light and bright all the way #housegoals
And finally, time for the big game. Scotland v France. As we got nearer and nearer the stadium the excitement grew and grew. Scots and French alike belting out their national anthems on route. Bag pipers lining the streets. And, of course, plenty of Irn-Bru!! The atmosphere was electric. All leading up to what was quite possibly the most nail-biting 80 minutes of my life.
I’ll be honest, I went along expecting a French walk over. How wrong was I.
After being perched on the edge of my seat for most of the game, the second half saw Scotland turn it around and we came away with a Scottish win. All the more reason for a whiskey or two in the pub after to celebrate.
Before I knew it, it was Monday morning and time to…keep touristing! We had booked the day off work and boy am I glad we did. There’s nothing quite like a smug lie in at the start of the week when you know the rest of the country is starting their daily grind.
M and I strolled across The Meadows into central Edinburgh and up to the castle where we touristed to the max with audio guides round our necks and maps in our frosty fingers. Sometimes you’ve got to live up to the stereotype.
Oh, and obviously we waited in line to watch the one o’clock cannon too. I mean, it’d be rude not to. Right? Right.
A wander down to Holyrood Palace later and it was time to head back, collect our luggage and be on our way. Though not before I’d skilfully navigated us on the most unscenic route possible in search for Edinburgh’s best brownie. (I found it 50m from where we were staying… Skillz indeed.)
Until next time Edinburgh.