Breakfast alfresco: Arthur’s Seat

In the middle of the city, in the middle of nowhere, the smell of freshwater hand-reared sausage and newly laid home-kept chickens’ eggs calls to the empty stomach…

Escape Edinburgh’s rat run #1

In the middle of the city, in the middle of nowhere, the smell of freshwater hand-reared sausage and newly laid home-kept chickens’ eggs calls to the empty stomach.

Not exactly a ‘route’, but I thought it would be nice to post a couple of shots from the last time CityCyclingEdinburgh (well, just Anth) did breakfast on Arthur’s Seat.

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