Tis full of friendly folk, even as the wind blows cold at the edge of the castle..as we walked along the cobbledy streets we came across some wee little scotty teds..who were so kind enough as to offer us some tea to warm our cockles for our walks ahead..
As the tea warmed our tums, we walked along the streets, as the sun began to shine and the wind began to calm.
We peered into alleyways and admired the lovely stone houses and buildings..
Moss on brick..
hidden graff..
and strange beautiful sculptures found..
..in a warm place where we rested..for more tea.
In the parks we walked and saw rabbits and squirrels..who were eager for my nuts..
We heard tales of the Picts, the first people of Scottish History, who created symbols on stone and pebble..''Carved in a time when people were more free to listen to their senses and intuition, they were more aware of the connectedness between all living things and the patterns of nature.''
I left Edinburgh with a Pictish Pebble in hand, and a wee warm feeling inside.
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