Two weekends ago in Edinburgh, the city was bright and sunny in late autumn colours.
In Princes Street gardens, above and below, carpeted with leaves, people were enjoying the sunshine ...
At the Scott memorial, a sea of Remembrance Day crosses and poppies marked the dead, from 1939-1945 in Europe through to Afghanistan and Iraq.
Older Daughter and I entertained ourselves with some girly shopping ... in Anthropologie I tried to persuade her that the fur hat and red glasses were just the thing for winter in Scotland, but she just rolled her eyes at me ...
... and took me instead to see her daily university haunts ...
What a grand and lovely place to spend one's university days ...
At night there was some indulgent (what else are mums for?) eating out, in a city where one is spoiled for choice ...
... while The Dome (below) in fashionable George Street, where we popped in for a drink, was looking extravagantly Christmassy already
Besides being chock-full of the friendliest people in the universe, Edinburgh has more restaurants per person than any other city in the UK. At The Outsider, Hotel du Vin, and Maison Bleue, we had some of the best food I've had in ages ...
The Christmas lights, the markets, funfair and ice-skating rink have since opened along Edinburgh's main streets, and I'm longing to go back. Now to plan another weekend ...
