An Awfully Big Bus Adventure

Having tested the weather with an early trip to the post office, and discovering it to be cold with a chilly west wind, it would have been all to easy to slide into the car and drive somewhere scenic.

However we decided we should go for the 'big adventure' day.
This is a relative expression and there would be no scaling high peaks or sailing unchartered waters. Rather we would take whatever bus came first to the nearest bus stop, and go wither it took us; and fortunately the first bus to arrive transported us through foreign territory to Silverknowes, where it decanted us at the top of the long brae to the sea.

Turning the corner from the bus stop we could have been miles away from the city; a golf course to the right stretching as far as the eye could see, and fields of sheep to the left, a glimpse of Lauriston Castle through the trees and the white houses of Cramond far off in the distance.

With his Lordship striding ahead and I blipping and then running to catch up with him, we must have appeared a very kenspeckle couple.

The west wind made the decision to walk east to Granton an easy one, and we bowled along the prom with the dogs and the bicycles, while watching the menacing grey sky advancing at our backs.

Just as we climbed aboard the bus to return home, via the circuitous route which the tram fiasco allows, there was a prolonged shower of sleety hail and the cheery spring sunshine was doused in an instant with us looking out on an altered world from the pole position on the top deck.

However by the time we arrived in home territory the sunshine was back in business and we could sit in the warmth of Ruby's tea room window at Tollcross with a pot of tea and a part share in two cakes.

Forget the Edinburgh trams, the Lothian buses are the boys!