Edinburgh welcomed us with wind, rain, and fog. As expected. We were ready to spend a weekend under the umbrella, with wet feet, and Baby in a fussy mood. But then a miracle happened: Edinburgh Castle emerged from the thick fog on Saturday morning, and the sun did not stop shining until we boarded our flight back. Baby loved it, and the Scots…well they went mad, taking off coats, scarfs, shoes, and in some very unfortunate cases also shirts. The rule of thumb on dressing a baby is one more layer of clothes than adults. We can call ourselves lucky this rule doesn’t seem to apply in Scotland, Baby is too young for a nude weekend.
The city is quite captivating. Edinburgh Castle is majestic, Princes Street is busy, and Gardens are as green as ever. Royal Mile did not disappoint with its always-on street theater. Sadly, we did not see a single performance’s finale. Baby started crying furiously anytime there was loud clapping or woohooing. At first it was kind of funny, but by the third time it happened, we realized it’s a thing – Baby does not appreciate common folk entertainment. Swords, nail beds, fire joggles…we were so ready to woohoo with the crowd. Too bad.
With sun up high and sea so close, Edinburgh’s Portobello beach was a clear choice. Short bus ride from the city centre, and you get a nice long stroller-friendly promenade. Snuggled in our warm jackets, it was bizarre to watch people play around in the sand and swimming in the sea. Hats down, Scots are tough and do not take great weather for granted.
Edinburgh proved to be a perfect weekend getaway, just make sure you book the weather well in advance.