So, these were some little bits from our great time in Edinburgh. We also: tried to keep a straight face while a woman thought she felt a ghost in the underground city ("there's cold on my face..."), wandered breezily into the Scottish Parliament viewing gallery, discovered the totally awesome Museum of Childhood, poked around in the medicine cabinet of a Georgian house and - and I really wouldn't joke about such obvious mental instability - ended up having conversations like this:

"Pronoun verb pronoun!"
"Pronoun verb pronoun, qualifier!"

Worrying.

Now, one thing you should know about going on holiday with Lucy is that she's an absolute Adam Smith fiend. It's forever Theory of Moral Sentiments this, Wealth of Nations that... obviously I did eventually drag her off to an art gallery occasionally, but it was a tough fight. To keep her pacificed I will therefore also include the following photo, although for reasons of political impartiality it will naturally be appropriately balanced:





(And now I'm struck with an irrational fear that someone will take the above seriously... look, to prove I was joking, here's me with the Batman to Adam Smith's Robin to show that it was all me really. Ah, Hume. Now there's a man who wouldn't have felt cold on his face.)