Edinburgh; Friday, 01 November, 2002

Less than 11 months later and possibly 10 degrees warmer the flight from Gatwick landed early to empty us onto the wet (correction very wet) tarmac of Edinburgh airport at 9pm on a Friday evening at the end of the wettest and windiest week for several years.

Surprised more than anything that we had made it thanks to the almost complete shut down of the rail network at the beginning of the week and it still being crippled at times I thought I would still have been sitting in a train wondering how I was going to catch a flight I had missed.

After negotiating the airport in about 3 minutes we found ourselves on the airport bus heading into the centre of the city with a gentle drizzle slowing starting to stop.

No matter what weather you approach Edinburgh in you cannot help but to be totally breath taken by the scene that greets you as you turn into princes street and see the castle towering over you. However at almost 10pm after having come straight from work all that was on my mind was bed!