I to the hills will lift mine feet

 

This afternoon we needed cheering up and there's nothing like hills for putting things into perspective. Hill - big. Us - small. Hills - fairly permanent. Us - just passing through. Edinburgh is built on seven hills (like Rome. The climate is marginally different, however) and today we climbed up Blackford Hill. As we did so, we looked down at the allotments and briefly fantasised about getting one and becoming self-sufficient. Only briefly, though. I like eating vegetables but I prefer expending my energies on flowers.

 

 

Standing still and gazing does the soul good. Also the lungs, after the climb.

 

 

Here's Edinburgh Castle, from an angle most tourists don't see it, with the sea beyond. It's not exactly the sea - it's an estuary - but it's tidal and salty. Behind that are the hills of Fife.

 

 

This is my beloved Arthur's Seat, said to look like a sleeping lion (a bit of imagination needed here - actually it's more leonine when looked at from elsewhere).

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And this is looking towards East Lothian. Berwick Law is that little pyramid shape against the horizon. (That's in North Berwick, not Berwick in England, which is in a different direction.)

 

And then we came down again. I managed not to break my ankle, unlike the previous occasion when we went up this hill. So I suppose the day wasn't so bad after all.

 

You would have found this an easier climb than Ben Nevis, Anna! (Yes, Thimbleanna and SweetiePie were our very exciting visitors!) And it was positively warm, unlike on the top of a real Highland mountain.

PS  Mr Life took the photos since I carefully brought my camera but it was out of battery.