Lost in Scotland 09

Not Lost in Oman, but Lost in Scotland for the next few days

August 15.

Arrived in London for a day's wait for the 5.30 flight up to Edinburgh. Jeff arrived at T3 and me at T1, met by Saleem (bless him) and off to house to change, re pack and food. Napped for a hour (fatal) and made it down to lunch to find all kids around the dining table in kitchen. Had a couple of mouthfuls and then back up to finish packing and off to T5. Good run and arrive in plenty of time for the flight. Beeped going through security and had a thorough search by Ms Lesbo, any more feeling and I was going to ask her if we were now officially dating. Eventually after she had her fun coping a feel she got the electronic wand. I did have a loud grumble about her. We were lucky and able to get somebody to move so Jeff and I could sit together. Uneventful flight, other than bumpy descent.

Took an age for the luggage to appear which was strange considering it was not a busy airport, then a trundle down the pavement to the taxi rank to find no taxis in sight at all. The taxi marshall turned up and tried to hustle some taxis which arrived in singles and luckily we were the third in line. Half an hour or so later we were in the front of the Balmoral Hotel in Princes Street about to be photographed by a paparazzi before he realised we were not worth a shot. Little does he know. Ha ha!

On same floor as parents, which must be the smoking floor. Dinner of wild mushroom soup (delicious!) and omelette before retiring to bed to the sounds of festival goers out and about enjoying the festivities.