Post-lockdown trip to Edinburgh — Part 2

So here I am, in bed at 8pm at night in a tiny wee apartment 4 floors up a winding spiral stone staircase, it was very much like climbing up the Scott Monument and I wasn’t sure if I’d be sleeping in Rapunzel’s turret. Suffice to say, with a heavy case, when I made it to my room I did for a moment think I’d require a defibrillator. I sent Abigail the photo and she begged me to be careful, you know I can’t even bring a bin in without having an accident. There’s no light on the staircase that I could see so I shall be only attempting this bad boy during daylight hours!