We slept until about 6 p.m., then Will popped awake and declared, “I feel like it’s morning!” We were a bit droopy, but we headed out to find dinner, targeting a highly recommended locavore French restaurant near our hotel, but alas, C’est domage, it is Bastille Day, and the place was booked for a special event. But they sent us around the corner to what we are calling the Higgins of Edinburgh, a tiny restaurant called Wedgwood, which was amazing — even Dad loved it — and Rick would have been in heaven. Grandpa loved the whisky menu. Will loved his mashed potatoes — called bubble and squeak, or squeak and bubble, we can’t quite remember — and Grandma and I ate up a mysterious dark figgy wedge of stuff that came with Will’s pork. Grandma especially partook. And you should have seen the look on her face when the server told us it was blood pudding! So I say, bring on the Haggis!!

After dinner, we took a walk up to Calton Hill to get a view of the Firth of Forth and the city. Despite a bunch of packs of partying Italian, Spanish and French exchange students, it was a lovely evening, no rain, and spectacular views of the water and the gorgeous architecture of Edinburgh. Will declared it was “like Ashland but more historic.”

So tomorrow we’re off to explore Edinburgh — Will is psyched. He’s loving spending time with Grandma and Grandpa, whom he declares way more fun than mommy. I’m not bad, but I am the tour director and enforcer on this trip. So far, so good!