The train trip from Edinburgh was quick and painless ... stumbled out of the station and called Al who directed me to the nearest bar, just down the street. Now that's the Al I remember! We sunk a couple of pints there, then John joined us and we all piled back to their massive Victorian flat. Did the quick change thing, then we went for more boozing, followed by the weirdest curry house dining experience ever - an old movie theatre, shelled and renovated, with a French theme going on and Elvis (circa Vegas years) crooning away on the big screen. Confused? You will be! Did a town-and-around the next day and visited The Lighthouse, a big design centre, which had a good collection of stuff on Charles Rennie Mackintosh. The guy certainly left his mark on the city, art nouveau stylee. John played La Oliver that evening and whipped up a tasty round of sea bass and dauphinoise spuds, and the next day was brunch in town followed by good-byes to Scotland, and ergo, the UK (cue swelling strings, teary eyes and waving of white hankies).
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