James Tucker in Cov

After our trip to St Andrew's, Laura and I went to Edinburgh, my second trip there in a year- I saw in the New Year with Tyler on the edges of a wind-blown Castle Street. This time the weather was much nicer, a crisp sort of autumn day that was still a little too early in the year to be that cool.
As always, the castle was the centrepiece of the town, which we visited this time around. Along with all of the other phases of the building- the old chapel, the practical defences and the Victorian nationalism of the museum buildings, are touches of the community of soldiers who were based here. A small corner of a lower bastion is a graveyard for the dogs of the regiments, including one for a dog named Scamp, which might be visible below. Tom the Gun, the soldier who's fired the one o'clock cannon for some years, now has his own brand of whisky, and his face on all of the signs explaining the whole custom. We left the castle with enough time for Laura to be terrified on Prince's Street when the gun went off.
In the museum quarter was this Andy Warhol exhibit we missed in favour of a locally famous picture of a skating clergyman, and spent a surprising amount of time in the (rather good) park-level expansion's gift shop.
As for me, I was especially struck by how tall the old buildings could be, and how dense the old town must have been. At times there must have been eight or ten floors above, which I think does qualify as a skyscraper.