We are cheerfully sent off from Lauriston Hall, Gail's luggage in a wheel barrow to negotiate the long drive. After the Saturday bus, a meandering ride through small villages,
we arrive in Dumfries and walk about until train time. The first sight is the ancient Devor Gilla bridge over the Nith. Signs warn us not to swim. It's about 55F, and the falls look foreboding enough. Next a stroll up Friars Vennel where we passed this marker of the gory glories of Scottish differentiation (inset). At the rise, we find Bobby Burns at Church Cres on the way to the Edinburgh Road,
the Dumfries and Galloway Gallery, and the station. We have a spot of tea and a rest at the gallery shop, and Jim and Annie take in the Charles Poulsen exhibit, with his large drawings, and explorations of the intersection of old logs and molten or sheet lead (inset).
Jim found it all relevant to his own work (he spent two or three days a week for a few years fusing lead sheet for radiation shields). Off we go again, past the main gallery, which we did not have time to take in. We passed through Glasgow, walking from one station to the other, with a brief stop at the Modern.
We arrive at Falkirk (halfway to Edinburgh), Polmont station, right next to the village of Brightons, where Molly, Evan, his daughter Samina, and their daughter Niamh
(pronounced Neev) live with a rescued greyhound and a cat. We walk back past the station (and toward our B&B) to a park, where Niamh and Samina enjoy the playground equipment. So did the adults. We returned to the piper's home with its great view of the hills of Fife across the River Forth.
After a lovely dinner with the family featuring vegetarian haggis (we tasted the real thing to say we'd done so – it's like a loose pork sausage, peppery and flavorful), we walked back to the B&B, about a half mile. We are so far north, that even at nine thirty, there is still plenty of light for our own view across the Forth.
we arrive in Dumfries and walk about until train time. The first sight is the ancient Devor Gilla bridge over the Nith. Signs warn us not to swim. It's about 55F, and the falls look foreboding enough. Next a stroll up Friars Vennel where we passed this marker of the gory glories of Scottish differentiation (inset). At the rise, we find Bobby Burns at Church Cres on the way to the Edinburgh Road, 
the Dumfries and Galloway Gallery, and the station. We have a spot of tea and a rest at the gallery shop, and Jim and Annie take in the Charles Poulsen exhibit, with his large drawings, and explorations of the intersection of old logs and molten or sheet lead (inset).
Jim found it all relevant to his own work (he spent two or three days a week for a few years fusing lead sheet for radiation shields). Off we go again, past the main gallery, which we did not have time to take in. We passed through Glasgow, walking from one station to the other, with a brief stop at the Modern. 
We arrive at Falkirk (halfway to Edinburgh), Polmont station, right next to the village of Brightons, where Molly, Evan, his daughter Samina, and their daughter Niamh 
(pronounced Neev) live with a rescued greyhound and a cat. We walk back past the station (and toward our B&B) to a park, where Niamh and Samina enjoy the playground equipment. So did the adults. We returned to the piper's home with its great view of the hills of Fife across the River Forth.
After a lovely dinner with the family featuring vegetarian haggis (we tasted the real thing to say we'd done so – it's like a loose pork sausage, peppery and flavorful), we walked back to the B&B, about a half mile. We are so far north, that even at nine thirty, there is still plenty of light for our own view across the Forth. 
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