I love Edinburgh, and the thought of getting on the train
and chugging up there once a year is enough to keep me going when things get
tough. Taking a few days off from the MA, Roger and I packed our bags for a few
days of relaxation: but more importantly, food. We’re always the first to hit
the Steak and Mussels place at the bottom of the Grassmarket, and had an
excellent last night meal there comprising of steak for Roger and oysters,
followed by cream, bacon and whisky mussels for me. Scrum-o.
