A Saturday morning at the height of the Edinburgh Festival, where better to head for a solitary stroll than Arthur’s Seat?  Strangely, in all my years of coming to Edinburgh, my first time up.  Needless to say it was hoaching, “so meny peple langages and tonges” (I never expected to refer back to my medieval studies in this blog…), a diversity matched by a remarkable range of footwear and clothing, some appropriate for the climb, some rather less so!  It was a great walk to do with the boys, we had a lot of fun looking at Edinburgh from above, spotting things we knew and seeing how they fit together, and thinking about the evolution of cities from higgledy-piggledy old centres to formal town planning, suburban drift, and squeezing things in the spaces remaining.