South Queensferry into Edinburgh

“I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”

Supposedly short day from South Queensferry to Edinburgh. The first 6 miles were shoreline and woods on an estate. No pictures. For all of my John Muir quoting, I’m actually more interested in human artifacts.

As we hit the edge of Edinburgh, we were desperate for a bathroom and rest. We turned aside at a castle. The monument to Bren gunners lost in Burma was on the grounds.

We got lost & were hot & hangry when we finally got on track. It really wasn’t that far, but when we hit the White Lady we were ready for beer and a nap.

Refreshed, we went out to visit local pubs: Winston’s, the Terrace (walked in, kitchen closed, left), the Corstorphine Inn (adequate food). Along the way we visited a cemetery and a doocote.

Mary Morison

O Mary, at thy window be,
It is the wish’d, the trysted hour;
Those smiles and glances let me see,
That make the miser’s treasure poor:
How blythely wad I bide the stoure,
A weary slave frae sun to sun;
Could I the rich reward secure,
The lovely Mary Morison!

Yestreen when to the trembling string
The dance gaed through the lighted ha’,
To thee my fancy took its wing,
I sat, but neither heard, nor saw:
Though this was fair, and that was braw,
And yon the toast of a’ the town,
I sigh’d, and said amang them a’,
‘Ye are na Mary Morison.’

O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,
Wha for thy sake wad gladly die!
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
Whase only faute is loving thee!
If love for love thou wilt na gie,
At least be pity to me shown;
A thought undgentle canna be
The thought o’ Mary Morison.

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