We had a truly magnificent time in Edinburgh on Saturday. Both Trey and I agreed that from now on, at least with the children, we'll take the train instead of the bus when we travel down to Edinburgh. The ride was quick, convenient, and stunningly beautiful. The train skirted the coastline for most of the journey affording breathtaking views of the cliffs in Aberdeenshire and the sandy strand in Fife. I am working on a video compilation of our excursion which should be done in a few days' time, but in the interim here are a few of my favorite pictures from our day trip. The rest are in the Edinburgh Spring 2008 album.
Setting out on our journey.
Mommy and D.
The incredible view over the city from high atop Edinburgh Castle. Look at all those daffodils!
The dog cemetery where royal and military pooches are laid to rest.
The Holloway Clan along the Forewall Battery. We are trying to do a better job of getting family photos since we recently realized we have very few.
Side view of the Castle.
The Holloway men in front of the Scottish National War Memorial, a tribute to all Scots who have fallen in the line of duty since World War I.
William Wallace and his entourage.
One of the many alleyway stairwells along the Royal Mile.
A very tired D snoozing while we had lunch.
The Museum of Childhood, a wonderful and free place along the Royal Mile to take children who need a break from sightseeing.
Addison and Trey in front of an antique child's car in the Museum of Childhood.
The John Knox house.
An amusing sign inside Knox's house. The Scots are generally diminutive, which means I fit right in.
Inside the John Knox house.
A table and chair with a Knox cap and cape for visitors' wearing pleasure.
Our Mr. Knox contemplating grave theological matters.
An anti-Scientology rally. Not sure what all the fuss was about. Perhaps Tom Cruise was in town?
A statue poser knighting a doll. No he is not stabbing her although it does look that way in the photo.
The gate to Edinburgh Castle.
A band and soldiers waiting outside the Castle.
The Firth of Forth (or the Fifth of Sixth as we jokingly call it) on the train ride home.
Addison getting a little punchy by the end of the day.
The setting sun.