From time to time I shun the chance of a road trip, opting to explore closer to home instead. Last Sunday was one such day. It was also Mr G’s birthday and the penultimate one of his thirties.
Having consulted the Scottish weather forecast within a 2 hour radius of home and seeing grey, grey and more grey I decided that we’d be as well taking a wee daunder (Scots for walk) around Edinburgh instead of spending hours in the car for a grey walk elsewhere.
Mr G asked if his walking gear would be required and when I said no, we’d only be walking in the Old Town he looked bewildered at the prospect of donning civvies for a day out. The Wee White Dug had no such problem dressing for the occasion and like a true Edinburgher he donned his navy quilted jacket and a complimentary Harris Tweed bow tie.
We began our walk in the oasis of calm in the centre of town known as Princes Street Gardens.
In the gardens we met ‘Soldier Bear’ one of Edinburgh’s newest statues. Wojtek was a beer drinking bear adopted by Polish troops during World War II. He helped carry ammunition at the Battle of Monte Cassino before spending his retirement years at Edinburgh Zoo.
Up The Mound we went. The Mound was created when debris from the building of the New Town was dumped in a pile on the fringes of the Old Town giving the city yet another hill for its hill weary residents to climb.
We made our way past the fairytale houses of Ramsay Garden next to the castle. If you ever pass look closely at the rooftop of the building in the centre known as Goosepie House (I’ll come back to that name in a minute). You may spot the silhouette of a cat but don’t be fooled as this is Edinburgh and behind Edinburgh’s genteel exterior hides a dark and more sinister side. That’s no cat you can see up there on the rooftop, it’s the devil!
And as for the oddly named Goosepie House which was built around 1740 and was the home of the Poet Allan Ramsay. It was named because of its unusual eight-sided shape which resembled a pie dish.
Next on our jaunt we stopped at the funny mirrors outside Camera Obscura, a popular Edinburgh tourist attraction. Post Christmas eatathon Mr G and I loved the mirror that turned us into instant beanpoles. We quickly hurried by the short and fat mirror, fearing it may be a normal mirror.
We admired the views of Edinburgh from our vantage point. To the south lay the Pentland Hills, the historic Greyfriars Kirk and the castle like turrets of George Heriot’s School, JK Rowling’s inspiration for Hogwarts.
North we could see Princes Street Gardens, the New Town and across the Firth of Forth to Fife.
The boy caused a bit of a stir amongst the tourists who took great delight in meeting a wee Scottish dug outside Edinburgh Castle.
Our next Edinburgh destination was Victoria Terrace to admire the pretty and colourful Victoria Street below. Victoria Street is home to a host of wonderful shops and eateries, including one of our favourites Maison Bleue.
It’s also said to have been JK Rowling’s inspiration for Daigon Alley. It’s easy to see why, as at the foot of Victoria Street sits the West Bow once home to one of Edinburgh’s most notorious characters, The Wizard of West Bow, Major Thomas Weir.
In 1670 Weir was tried and executed for witchcraft having confessed quite out of the blue that he was in cahoots with the devil. So steeped in tales of terror was his house that it lay empty for 100 years after his death.
Next a more heartwarming Edinburgh tale, that of a loyal Skye Terrier named Bobby who’d become known the World over as Greyfriars Bobby. Just outside Greyfriars Kirkyard you’ll find a statue of Bobby.
After his master John Gray died Bobby spent 14 years visiting his graveside in Greyfriars Kirkyard. He was so loved by the people of Edinburgh that the Lord Provost paid for his licence and gave him an engraved collar to ensure that he didn’t fall into the hands of the dog warden.
If you visit him please don’t rub his poor wee nose. Us Edinburghers are really sad to see the statue of our lovely wee dog being damaged because of a story made up by a tour guide. It’s never been a custom in Edinburgh to rub his nose for luck.
Greyfriars Kirkyard is a wonderful historic cemetery and my favourite place in Edinburgh. In true Edinburgh fashion alongside the heartwarming tale of Bobby comes the dark tale of the malevolent poltergeist of Bloody MacKenzie who’s been known to rise from his eternal slumber in the kirkyard to terrify and attack visitors. A true story? You decide.
Our wander took us down Candlemaker Row and along the Cowgate, flanked either side by tall buildings making it difficult for the light to penetrate the street below.
My Granddad was born here in 1914. I’d give anything to see the Old Town he lived in as a child. He held a lifelong love of Edinburgh and inspired my interest in the history of my hometown.
We weaved our way up and down narrow closes and past the inviting glow of the Serenity Cafe a social enterprise venture helping people fighting addiction.
The Scottish Parliament was our next stop. Edinburghers fall into two camps, those who love the parliament building and those who loathe it. I love it.
My favourite part of the building are the literary quotes on the wall engraved in English, Scots and Gaelic.
I also love the pools outside which attract adults, children and dogs for a paddle on warm summer days. There can’t be many parliament buildings in the World where people gather to cool their feet and eat ice-cream.
If you look closely at the cobbled street you’ll see it’s marked with the letter S in brass. The S stands for sanctuary. It was here that townsfolk desperate and in debt could seek refuge from their creditors. Creditors couldn’t follow them beyond the sanctuary boundary line. On Sundays debtors could safely leave their sanctuary and walk freely in town as law dictated that their creditors couldn’t touch them on the Sabbath.
The wee dug posed like a turkey outside Holyrood Palace, home to the Queen when she’s in town. We’re sure he’d convinced himself he’d be invited inside for lunch but the invite never came so we left and headed back up the Royal Mile.
Outside the Canongate Kirk we bumped into the poet Robert Fergusson striding with purpose down the street. There’s a belief that Fergusson could have become every bit as famous as Robert Burns but his life ended tragically in a mental institution when he was only 24 years old. He lies in the kirkyard under a tombstone commissioned by a great admirer of his – Robert Burns.
Also inside the kirkyard in a now unmarked grave lies Ebenezer Scroggie. One evening while out for a stroll Charles Dickens happened upon Scroggie’s grave. Scroggie was a Corn Merchant or Meal Man but in poor light Dickens thought his stone read mean man. He was appalled that anyone could lie in their grave, remembered in such a terrible way. That fortunate misreading gave us Ebenezer Scrooge.
Opposite the kirkyard stands the cheery, yellow Museum of Edinburgh building. Amongst the local treasures inside is the collar which once belonged to Greyfriars Bobby together with his bowl.
We had a quick pit stop for lunch at the dug friendly Circus Café Bistro on St Mary’s Street. It was an excellent choice as their homemade lentil soup tasted just like my Nana’s used to, and from me there can be no higher praise as she was the queen of homemade soup.
After lunch we made our way towards St Giles’ Cathedral which has stood watching the history of Edinburgh unfold since 1124.
Nearby, opposite the High Court building where the statue of David Hume sits with a big shiny toe (apparently it’s also lucky – it’s not) you’ll find H shaped brass studs on the pavement. This is the site of the gallows and where notorious Edinburgh characters such as William Burke and Deacon Brodie met their end, watched by the baying Edinburgh mob.
We finished our day by exploring the city’s historic closes where the spirit of old Edinburgh is felt strongest. You can almost hear the cries of ‘gardyloo’ from above making you want to run for cover to avoid buckets of waste being thrown out of tenement windows and onto the street below. In these dark passageways it’s easy to imagine Burke & Hare creeping around with murderous intent.
It’s a contrast of genteel dinner parties and polite conversation in the new Town and tales of witchcraft, hauntings and murder in the Old Town.
Edinburgh is the city that was at the forefront of the Enlightenment in the 17th and 18th centuries and was known the World over as a hot-bed of genius. It’s also the city that gave us Burke & Hare and inspired Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.