Five things I have learnt about Edinburgh.

1. Edinburgh is without doubt the hilliest place I have ever been in my life.

If you are not climbing a steep hill you are climbing steps.

Seriously, my legs are going to mutiny any day now.

Ow.

2. They like to use the name "Market" a lot...

Lawnmarket

Haymarket

Grassmarket

I'm sure it is quite common in other areas but I personally find it terribly confusing!

3. Kirk means Church.

I don't know why I like that so much!

Yesterday we went to see Greyfriars Kirkyard

Which I will admit is eery!

But there is a lovely story associated with it

about a dog called Greyfriars Bobby

who has his own statue outside the kirkyard's walls

and his own headstone within it!

4. There seems to be a trend for the very liberal spreading of butter.

On EVERYTHING.

Burger buns with butter,

Ham rolls with butter are actually butter rolls with a little ham.

Now, I've nothing against butter.

But jeez, I'd rather taste my sandwich filling!

And don't get me started on the brown sauce.

Everything comes with butter and brown sauce.

5. IRN BRU.

I honestly think Irn bru is fed to babies rather than milk.

It is everywhere.

Shops sell more irn bru than they do Coca Cola.

Which isn't a bad thing.

But it is weird how much irn bru gets drank in this city.

I reckon Edinburgh alone keeps the factory afloat!

Perhaps it is because of their very cheeky adverts...

What do you reckon?

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Thankfuls 31/05/2019

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