Botanic Gardens Garage, link, an early multistory car park.
Lunch at the Ubiquitous Chip. The first of many lunch time beers. I was drouthy. What can I say?
Glorious, glorious consignment shop where I picked up a pair of black heels. There were times on this trip when I felt distinctly less like a tourist and more familiar with Scotland, and discovering that I knew my UK trouser and shoe size off the top of my head was one of those moments.
Taking the tube to see a movie at the GFT... oh, what was the name of that film? I blame the jet lag.
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We've tried to remember/find out what film it was... we've failed! No jetlag to blame in our case of course, just absentmindedness. Mary x
ReplyDeleteI just found the ticket stub in my diary, it was Mark of an Angel. Hooray, and thank you for your first blog comment!!!!
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