On our second day in Edinburgh we headed out into nature in our (kinda) designer boots and semi-windproof jackets. Not the most prepared outdoorsmen but our attire didn't deter me. As I've said time and again on this blog and throughout our lives actually, sometimes my favorite parts of a trip are the forays into the less-busy side of whatever city we're exploring. No exception here. Arthur's Seat was a volcano way back when, never climbed one of those before.
On the way back down this hike we both slipped a few times. No butts landing in the mud, thankfully, but we came pretty close. A lot of heart-palpitating, half second slides on the mud followed by windmilling arms and then, with feet once again firmly planted, furtive glances around us to see who witnessed that embarrassing moment. Can't you feel that heart-dropping, feet itching feeling of an almost slip right now as you read this? Ugh I hate those!
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Look! A 5k!
Sorry, tons of Chris in this post. I can't help it. He's so dashing! I guess being sick agrees with him.
"The sun's too bright I can't open my eyes. Count to three and I'll lower my hat. How was that one? Oh, one more? Okay." Heh heh heh. 28 days!