My host for the night was in dispose the previous evening, but happily is available for bacon-based breakfasting, and good for a lift to the station with a car full of timps.

First class falls even further in my estimation. They're letting anyone in now. Some uncouth Northerner lurches into my table and spills coffee all over my stuff, then just mutters something in Northern and slopes off. Thankfully, I'll be leaving England behind before too long.

I'm returning to Edinburgh for the first time since I moved away about a year ago. I'm glad to be back, as well as a little sad that I no longer live there. The usual Winter Festival is on, and in contrast to the grey day, the streets are filled with colour.

Later on, I meet Go players in the SMWS for whisky and haggis.

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