The sky is grey; the rain falls in that relentless but half-hearted way; the central heating is on and my goodness, aren't the nights fair drawing in? Edinburgh does not fare well by direct comparison with the clear blue skies, balmy evenings and numerous al fresco bathing opportunities of Catalonia, but it has its compensations. We had a nice birthday dinner with Eloise and the Stirlings at Bar Roma; a ride on the carousel in Princes Street gardens; we took in an excellent Fringe show, The List Operators for Kids; and by no means least we went plane-spotting by the airport. A short stroll down a farm road brings to you a spot where you can - like Wayne and Garth - thrill to the planes thundering by, mere metres above your head. The kids derived just as much entertainment from - literally - a hole in the ground.
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