Up the hill in Edinburgh
Sunday morning it was raining.
It didn’t stop them from going out exploring.
“Museum?” she asked Davy.
“The National Museum of Scotland” he said rather convincingly.
Off they went.
They ended up not seeing an awful lot, but in stead they enjoyed a morning concert with a musical quartet who played songs from Disney films. What a splendid way to start your cloudy/rainy Sunday, she thought.
They also saw the Millennium clock.
“Do you fear death?” Davy said in his scary voice, pointing at Death himself.
“I somehow don’t think he does” she said.
The musicians magically managed to make the clouds disappear, the sun was shining when they stepped out of the museum. They walked around in the city, just enjoying not having to go anywhere in particular. They stepped into a Starbucks in a quiet side street for a cup of tea. Starbucks keeps reminding her of New York. When they stepped into this one they heard a song.
Was it a coincidence?
It was this song, and no she is not making it up.
// I know I’m gonna get there //
// But I am not sure when //
Down the Royal Mile they bumped into the building of the Scottish Parliament. It looks pretty amazing, and the best thing was – it was open and free to have a look on the inside. She liked the design a lot.
Opposite the parliament is the royal Holyrood Palace, and beside all that is Holyrood park and the hill. That was the hill with tiny people on it she spotted from the train, and the hill which she promised herself not to climb.
Because it is very high, and it looks very impressive, and because you can look down in the deep from the path and because it is very rocky and steep.
“Is that all?” Davy said.
“Yes, you know I am afraid of heights”
“We could try just a few steps, just to see how it is”
When standing right in front of it, she thought that a few steps wouldn’t hurt, just walking a tiny piece of the path.
“Hang on tight then, we’ll try a few steps”. She felt him grabbing her hair a bit tighter, while standing on her shoulder to not miss anything.
It was rocky and scary, and the path was steep, but the view over Edinburgh improved with every step she took. She kept on the left side of the path in order not to be able to look down, and before she knew it they were standing on the top. They said hi to a bird, enjoyed the strokes of yellow, the green grass and white clouds in the blue sky, they were impressed by plants conquering rocks and enjoyed every step they took. The view was marvelous.
They walked around in Holyrood park for quite a while, before slowly descending to the city. When they did they were lucky to run into men with bagpipes, a groovy cow, a unicorn, they had a brief talk with Sir Walter Scott and a sheep, and wondered what The people’s story was about, until they at last were standing At World’s End.
It had been an extraordinary day.