Today was our final day in Edinburgh. We head back to Canada tomorrow. It’s bittersweet. It’s been a great adventure, but I need to see my dad in person. My sissy has been holding down the fort and I’m overdue. So today we max out!
We started the day with breakfast. The waitress took our orders. There was a great display of continental items and a self serve coffee brew station. Another waiter delivers the orders but it seems mine has been forgotten. Yikes! Rather annoying …
After breakfast Rudy and I head off for the hop on bus. I would like to attend church and Rudy has offered to accompany me! Yeah! I chose a church to attend just outside of the Old Town as I found a “Somerville” grave reference in line. As it happens, the same church was a stop on the bus tour. Perfect!
Canongate Kirk is a lovely ancient Scottish Anglican Church with a massive graveyard behind. It’s the church where Princess Ann remarried after the Church of England refused her due to divorcing.



We were a bit disappointed not to find the Somervilles, but the service and experience were great. After the service we hop back on the bus. In a fluke, it’s the same driver who dropped us off. He asked if we’d prayed for him and we assured him we had.
It was another sunny day but I noticed the street was wet. Apparently it had rained while we attended the service. And looking around we could see a strange, ominous cloud pattern. Yuck. Our first time of nasty weather. Maybe.




In the past we have used “with locals” (it’s an app where you can hire a private local tour guide) and have a tour booked with Monica at 1:30 pm. Since we are early, we hop off the bus and find a pub. Of course!




We hop back on and get to our meeting point at Waterloo Place. Our friends are meeting us there too.
Monica is there promptly at the meeting time and we set out on foot.











It was here that our guide Monica told us a funny story about the royals. She prefaced it by saying she from someone who heard from someone…. Queen Elizabeth was offered the keys to the palace of Holyrood as a gesture of friendship by the Scots and she politely declined saying how the Scots were taking such good care of it and she would always enjoy visiting as a guest. After her death, King Charles and Camilla came to visit and the same offer of the key was extended to them. Charles deferred to Camilla who accepted and opened her purse. Her purse was jammed full of gin and cigarettes leaving no room for the key so she was, regretfully (tongue in cheek) forced to decline the key.


























What a grand adventure! So long Scotland. It’s been a slice 🏴♥️💋
I loved all these pictures. Balmoral, etc. The fun alleys. Oh and of course Rudy beer in hand smiling and omg “Ladies Shitter Upstairs.” Text me when you get back home safely. I’ll see yall next Sunday 🤪
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