Up and at them at 7pm for early breakfast and an off to Holyroodhouse at 8:15am. Shout out for wonderful eggs and sausages at the Balmoral breakfast buffet - superbly peppered little doggies they were, and they along with runny fried egg with bread and butter became the breakfast of the gods for the next three days. I learnt not to drink too much of the orange juice from previous bus tours - end up squeezing the bladder and running and hunting for toilets everywhere as a result. Never assume a tour bus has a toilet.
The Palace of Holyroodhouse is the official residence of HM Queen Elizabeth II whilst resident in Scotland. I thought I heard a story that Holyroodhouse is not normally open to the public, but someone clearly pulled a couple of strings to get us on a private tour. It only took a short time to reach our destination, which looked glorious in the morning sun. Great light for photos, though many of mine did not come out too well. Bit shaky.
|Holyroodhouse in sunshine|
|Lenglui with a Scots Man in a Kilt|
|Lenglui before lunch|
|One of the older residents of the Bar|
|Inside the Anfora Wine Bar|
|Salmon and Rye Crispbread|
|The Cod, Chorizo and Chickpea|
|Lenglui after lunch|
|Shot of the Golden Mile|
|Inside the Martin Wishart Restaurant|
|Langoustine and Crab - well wicked|
|Orkney Scallop and Cepe - magnifico|
|Shetland Squid and Bellota Ham - well French|
[Note - subsequent to the Festival, the IWFS EAZ awarded the Restaurant Martin Wishart with an, er, award and were forced to revisit Edinburgh to present it. Also to meet up again with Zubair from the Leith Vaults. Oh, the pain... ]