The day dawned so pretty on 8 April it practically demanded some path-walking. And the shortest way to a walkie from Edinburgh is the Pentland Hills, a ride on the #4 bus – just a regular city bus – to the end of the line. Commanding views of the city and the countryside will be yours, if you assent to ascend.
A walker, in front of Edinburgh in far distance; Arthur’s Seat (the volcanic outcropping, not the park bench) on right.
E looks toward the East.
And E is overcome by the sublime in nature.
Potential album cover? (“R Does the Songs of Rod McKuen.”)
This butterfly seemed unfazed by the altitude gain.
Later in the walk we encountered some examples of Highland cattle. That’s pronounced “hee-lund.”
They are amazing-looking creatures.
Also unfazed, by anything.
But remember this: