The Vennel

Crowds or no crowds, the offer of an M&S Indian meal consisting of two main dishes and two side dishes for £10 was not to be missed even if His Lordship was a tad disappointed not to have a bottle of wine thrown in as well.

We attacked Princes Street from a route not involved in passing Greyfriar's Bobby's nose or David Hume's big toe *, but by way of the Vennel and the Grassmarket.

For once it was a pleasant sunny morning, warm enough to dispense with a jacket, but appearances proved again to be deceptive as the weather closed in, and we arrived home to the first drops of rain of what appears to be an afternoon of grey wet weather. If only the pesky jet stream would shift north, we might have some better weather.

* for whatever reason, the hordes appear to think the thing to do is rub that nose, and that toe and wish a wish, while taking selfies.