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 “One can make a day of any size and regulate the rising and setting of his own sun and the brightness of its shining.”


“We came the by-way over the hill of Corstorphine; and when we got near to the place called Rest-and-be-Thankful, and looked down on Corstorphine bogs and over to the city and the castle on the hill, we both stopped, for we both knew without a word said that we had come to where our ways parted.”
The Robert Louis Stephenson quote probably belongs on yesterday’s post, because we came to Corstorphine yesterday, and we did rest and be thankful.  We did not part from each other, but did for a time part from the way. 
In order to get back on it, we took a bus to Princes Street. Double-decker, top level.  The pictures below are from the bus window. 


This is Princes Street. 
This is a first glimpse of the castle.  
We had to navigate some of the Royal Mile. Statues, monuments, plaques, souvenir shops, and umbrella tours everywhere. We’re coming back, but this morning we wove our way to Holyrood Park and around the foot of Arthur’s Seat. 
Musselburgh seemed to recede as we walked toward it, but we finally got there. After some photo ops, like Venus x 2 on the half shell here, and the group shots by the harbor, we had gathered the energy to continue.  




I only had to see the words “We gave our today” to know this is Musselburgh’s WW1 memorial. 
The archer sculpture stands in a park beside the river mouth. 
This view gives a sense of the miles we traveled since we started walking on the other side of Arthur’s Seat. 

Past this bomber-directing arrow, we walked a long bayside sea wall to Prestonpans. 

The Goth was a highlight in Prestonpans. It’s been there since 1908.  Back then women & children weren’t allowed in the bar, so they entered through these doors to get jugs filled. 


In the recent past it was a microbrewery. The owners shut it down, but it’s reopened and brewing is imminent. 
We’ve begun speaking familiarly about John, so it was exciting to spot him.  

By now you can guess as well as I could what this memorial is about. 


It isn’t far from Prestonpans to Port Seton, thank John.


This cool sculpture is actually coal grinding stuff. 

These last shots are the harbor at Port Seton. 




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