Up to Edinburgh
Down to Brighton Station, where we caught our train with bags of time up to King's Cross. Brighton fans heading up to Wembley on the train. The best laugh of the day for me was seeing one emerge from the first class cabin, with a rubber seagull head covering the entirety of his own, bellowing Seagulls! Seagulls! (Brighton football club's nickname). Had time for a leisurely cup of coffee there looking down on the concourse. There was an flashmob style mini concert of children playing music. The fact they were all wearing bright orange sweatshirts meant the blending in part before they all showed themselves needed a little work. Then in the train, crossing many rivers heading north up to Edinburgh again. Lorraine had booked us tickets and we had a pleasant journey. England bright and clear, Scotland dreich and damp but beautiful nevertheless. Happy to be back in Edinburgh. We hopped into a cab and were soon in a street called Temple Park Crescent in an area of town called Mer...