A great treat to GNER to
Ould Reekie if even to spend wriggling moments in the dentist's chair. Although he is quite painless-its all in the anticipation. Way back to the station I passed Jenners just as an ambulance pulled up to take away an elderly man carried out of the store strapped to a stretcher. His arms were pinioned although he did not appear to be potentially violent. Perhaps it was an unsuccessful case of retail therapy. I doubt if we will ever know.
Princes Street is now an obstacle course filled with ladies with clip boards asking you for an opinion or to fill in a questionnaire angled at parting you from money. I take pains to avoid these perils-probably unnecessarily as I have yet to be stopped-obviously not in the right socio-economic category. Yet in London I get stopped every few yards by tourists asking for directions or (usually by Japanese visitors) to take a group photograph with a camera so complicated that it requires a Ph.D in advanced technology to complete the simplest operation.And a pantomime of mutual linguistic incomprehension to absorb the necessary instructions.
Thank goodness for the peace of Hutton.
