“There are no stars so lovely as Edinburgh street lamps”
“A Scot is a Scot even unto a hundred generations.”
Oh, The grand old Duke of York…
How now, spirit! whither wander you? Over hill, over dale,Through bush, through brier…
Hop on Hop off in a Heat Wave
Foodie Monday in the City
And I would walk 22,000 steps
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