Thank you for your patience. I’ve returned from my non-hiking vacation in Edinburgh refreshed and with an education on the art of drinking whiskey, which is how the Scots refer to what we call Scotch in the U.S. No more blended for me! Single malt all the way, and I have a list of those I’ve tried, and those still awaiting discovery. For those who are interested, I’ve posted photos on my Facebook feed and will update my ‘About Natsgirl’ page here. Lovely holiday, and would like to return, preferably to Inverness. Plenty of distilleries and wild country there, but I’ll put it off a bit until the Outlander fever has subsided. Everywhere you went, the darling Scot’s likeness stared back, luring women to take the tour or buy the item.
It is an interesting time to be in the capital. It’s winter market season. During the week, it’s the occasional tourist, but weekends the sidewalks rival New York crowds. The city itself is amazing; low skyline and built almost entirely of grey stone. It’s a city where people live, and the neighborhoods and stores reflect that. It’s a walking city, and I’ve rarely seen one more friendly, at least during daylight hours. After ten, the streets belong to the teens and twenties, and the vibe changes.
But enough of tour guiding: Our story resumes with an Eric point of view. There is something that happens when you live with someone long enough; you meet them. That is what awaits Sookie in Butter’s Up.
Again, my thanks for your patience. Ms Buffy, I’ll be writing you later today. I thought of you a great deal over vacation. My thanks to you, and your amazing editing.