Having enjoyed the most beautiful late-autumnal weather on Lindisfarne and on my first day in Coldingham, last week, it was slightly disappointing to emerge from Edinburgh's Waverley Station to be greeted by dismal dampness (or dreich, as one might say, were one a genuine Scot).
The brightly coloured autumn leaves in Princes Street gardens were blowing in every direction, and landing in great sodden heaps and drifts. It was all a far cry from the crisp, bright, sunshine which made my
last visit such a joy.
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Still, I had at least arrived in the beautiful city as planned, so I decided to eschew public transport and walk south-westwards through the rain (which, in fact, soon cleared up), across a corner of
The Meadows to
Bruntsfield Place. My intended destination (of which more in a subsequent post) lay at the far end of this fascinating street, which gave me plenty of opportunity to explore any number of interesting little shops - my favourite of which was the charming
Halibut & Herring.
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One of the most visually appealing emporia I've encountered anywhere, Halibut & Herring is full of good and unusual things -
jewellery,
homeware,
smelly bath stuff,
scarves and bags,
toys,
cards and more besides. I bought a few little treats for my girls and some other presents (
not shown below) to keep for birthdays and the festive season. All very reasonably priced, and all utterly scrumptious.
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Wendy Beaumont, who owns the shop, was delightfully friendly and helpful, and it was rather difficult to tear myself away. Indeed, had I not been mindful of the fact that anything I purchased would have to be lugged home on the train via London in the rush hour, I should certainly have stayed longer and ticked more items off my Christmas gift list.
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SD#3's new pink cupcake apron was an immediate success and inspired the manufacture of several dozen chocolate crispy cakes on Sunday.
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Of which, three days later, not one remains . . .
1 comment:
Wow, what colour. I love the cupcake pinny and I'm not surprised those yummy cakes didn't last long. Teresa
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