We flew from Amsterdam to Edinburgh, Scotland, where we rented a car, and immediately drove to Glasgow, an hour to the west. We rented a cottage in Glasgow for a week (a cheaper town than Edinburgh), and were looking forward to a slower pace, and cooking our own meals. Our travel fatigue is obvious when we reviewed our pictures for the first two days. On the first day, David took his normal series of pictures of our accommodation, as a visual mnemonic, and we both had snapshots of amusing aisles in the grocery store while we shopped for our meals. Half of one, long aisle was devoted to canned beans, from single cans, to 4-packs, and even small, wheeled palettes (maybe 30 cans each?), ready for customer pickup. We didn’t know the Scots were so serious about beans. Another aisle was taken up by ketchup, mayo, and other condiments. On the second day, there are only pictures of the three meals we made—we didn’t even leave the cottage. It was wonderful! The cottage itself was another AirBnB arrangement, and was very nice. We had a full kitchen at our disposal, as well as a washing machine (and clothes lines in the large back yard, for drying). The street out front has little car traffic, but lots of pedestrians, and we enjoyed people watching. It was in the 70s, and apparently that’s roasting hot for the locals, who are all wearing as little as possible, and sporting lobster red sunburns. We read books, reviewed our photos—we were just catching up to pictures from Croatia by then—and watched a movie.
