The Scotsman Hotel in Edinburgh is our last night with the young Roachs and Mr. Brock. Staying in the hotel for dinner allows them all to get up for a 6:30 van to the airport on Sunday morning.
Lo & behold, when we get to the barroom, the dinner table is decorated for a party and the cards are arrayed at my spot at the table. Co-conspirators were thinking that, even though our party of 8 was obviously on the walking tour to celebrate my Seven-Oh birthday, it would have been heavy-handed to do this party on top of our other walking tour guests and guides. (And, it’s still two weeks early, too).
Whatever, they had all spent many happy hours hunting for cards and composing an epic poem, delivered and read by Sky. (We’ll have to share that with you at some point). The first gift was a pair of celebratory eye glasses that made me look like Elton John…not a pretty sight. But, some of the other diners did turn their heads and titter a bit at this odd group of Yanks over in the corner, being loud and raucous.
Thanks to the family for the party. Here are two photos to depict the merriment.