Edinburgh might be alright, but it's hard to tell under all the Christmas (that's a total lie it's CLEARLY amazing).
Edinburgh's main Christmas market stretches along one bank of what I can't stop thinking is a river. But there is no river. It's just a gully with train tracks in it.
Traditional yuletide centrifugal forces.
Acceptable level of festiveness attained.
Looking down the Royal Mile from Edinburgh Castle, which I hope to storm tomorrow.
Christmas tree of the day.
Now I must get back to this Irish folk ballad I'm composing - "I Left My Toothpaste in Galway".