Appreiciation

I love Edinburgh! It is a city that alternates between the sublime & the ridiculous. I think it rather enjoys this contrast :o)

These Giraffes are local to me & this Puffin was seen swimming in the Firth of Forth this weekend.

And of course, the old town & the famous Castle. The Old town full of beautiful higgledy-piggledy houses and buildings, with some ghosts & historical figures thrown in for good measure.

Here's a wee poem about the One O'clock cannon that sounds from the castle every day....

The One o'Clock Gun

What gars the Embro’ man feel prood?
When a’ is said ad dune
It’s no St Giles or Holyrood
but thon big, noisy gun

He’s staundin there in Princes Street
No makin ony fuss,
But richt at Allan Ramsay’s feet
He’s waitin for the bus

When, wow, he gies an unco sterth
Lowps bait feet aff the grun
And by the duntin o’ his hert
He kens he’s heard the gun

Then as the collieshangie stills,
He hears anither soun’
As doos frae a’ the windo-sills
Flee up and circle roun’

But he pretends he disna care;
He thinks it splendid fun
To launch at ony stranger there
That’s frichtened by the gun.

And as he gangs his couthy way
He feels baith glad and prood
That Embro’s gun bangs aff at one
And soun’s sae monstrous lood!

Douglas Fraser