I’ve lived in Edinburgh for nearly nine years now (argh), but I grew up much further north in Caithness. It’s an eight hour journey by train so I don’t visit as often as I’d like, but I’ve just come back from a brief trip up there. We went to the Whaligoe steps:
365 steps carved out of a cliff face near Wick, which was used by women taking baskets of fish into town to sell. There’s a bird colony there, and we found this little guy on the edge of the cliff:
He’s a kittiwake chick – not as interesting as the whales everybody else seems to see there, but he’ll do. I never see whales, they hate me. I do see seals though:
I like watching them blobbing around on the rocks, blob blob blob.
Edinburgh is full of people crowding around for the festival, getting in the way and being generally infuriating, so it was nice to be somewhere with nobody around except the seals! Ugh, now I need to go into hibernation for the rest of this month and I might just get through it.