The gorgeous Meadow Walk
One of our Beltane community is missing. The police are looking for her and local media outlets are publicising the search but we need your help too. Please share this picture (all info about how to contact the police is included in the image file), wherever you are in the UK or further afield, so that as many people as possible can see it and hopefully someone will be able to come forward with information that helps find Yulia.
A Facebook group has been set up to share resources (like a printable poster) and information. You can find it at YULIA IS MISSING.
Edinburgh people, please share this everywhere you possibly can. Thanks.
It’s hard to believe that, prior to 1759, the whole of Princes Street Gardens was a loch, the Nor’Loch, which I’m sure was lovely. Well, actually it was full of poo and dead people and things. There are some interesting things about it here: http://www.royal-mile.com/history/nor-loch.html Anyway, Princes Street Gardens is a very fertile bit of land for some reason or other.
This little beauty was built as part of the remodelling of West Princes Street Gardens by City architect, Robert Morham (1876). Prior to this, the grounds were privately owned by residents of Princes Street. The cottage is now used by the Council’s Park Rangers as a glorified shed.
I’ve never been so attracted to a toe before. The idea for today’s photo came to me this morning as, once again, this golden toe caught my eye. So, on the way home, I stopped to get a snapshot of it.
I was happily snapping away, between rain showers, when some guy stuck his grubby hand right in front of my lens and rubbed Mr. Hume’s toe! Stunned, I turned to find two (actual) tourists mulling over the same question I was. What was that all about? From the colour of the toe, it is obviously the done thing but I couldn’t offer any wisdom.
A wee bit of research, in the dry comfort of home, revealed that it’s a ‘tradition’ of sorts. People rub the philosopher’s big toe for luck or in the hope that some of his wisdom will ‘rub off’ on them. And it seems that the sculptor, Alexander Stoddart, did it deliberately.
There are mixed thoughts, but this article seems to bring them together:
Just two days ago this was the colour of our sky and I chose to hang out with our resident giraffes. :) They rock!
Ye Olde Local Shoppe
West Port, Edinburgh.
Ok, I admit that this wasn’t taken today. It was chucking it down when I was walking home and I haven’t quite mastered how to take steady pictures while holding an umbrella!
Local businesses and shops are an important part of what makes Edinburgh so amazing. We should support and promote them more.
Old 1930s Cinema, South Clerk Street
Hiding in the shadow of St. Giles.
St. Giles’ Cathedral. It’s a beauty! I walk past it every day on my way to work and I had begun to ignore it. Now it grabs my attention every time. It’s awesome!