Saturday 21 October 2006--A foggy day. Ron and I somehow make it to breakfast, and peruse the short menu. The standard full
cooked breakfast is listed as "The Cookie", and we each order one. The guest house seems to be staffed entirely by young
women from France, and the very pretty blonde who brings our food leans over the table, a plate in each hand, and says,
"Two Cookies for you?" Um, okay.
We spend a tranquil couple of hours strolling around the Royal Botanic Gardens, a short walk from the guest house. In
the afternoon, we walk up to Edinburgh Castle and poke around for a while. We have a pub dinner, after which Ron retires
early. I have a couple of quiet pints at the Bow before following suit.
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