On a day like today the views at the top of Arthur’s Seat were remarkable! Specifically this one? Not only did they gub us at rugby but clearly they’re not finished with us yet. Those of a delicate disposition look away – students eh?
After the event – if you can call it that, we stood and admired the panoramic views the realised we were STARVING so rushed off doon the hill, jumped in the car and hit The Bake House on Broughton Street for a marvellous panini and large latte. Lounging in there for as long as possible before the wardens from hell were spotted glowering through the window and souring the milk.
The Bakehouse is a must if you find yourself in Broughton Street. Homemade cakes and wonderous tuna melts and the most charming staff to welcome you.
In fact it is the perfect stop off after a strenuous walk to get a lining in the stomach before heading over to The Barony Bar right across the road – a splendid hostelry which is still what it always was – a great pub. I LOVE PUBS. Oops sorry did I say that out loud.Especially ones that haven’t been bought over by multi-nationals and turned into clones of every other wipe clean surface in the world. The Barony is a belter and well worth a visit.
Ah yes many a happy evening, night, day, afternoon has been wiled away in this establishment. On ye go – you know you want to.