Land of Irn Bru

We said goodbye to London and the ppaparazzi surrounding our hotel and headed to Heathrow for the plane up to Edinburgh.
As soon as we hit the BMI lounge my dads eyes kind of glazed over as he went searching through there various fridges for something. After 5 minutes he came back triumphantly with a bright orange can of irn bru in his hand preceded to open it and down it almost in one. He went on to explain that this stuff outsells coke and pepsi in Scotland. He got  quite passionate about it. I thought he was going to paint his face and start shouting about not taking away his freedom. Not sure how that would have went over in the lounge.

We got to Edinburgh and went to Grannys house and almost got eaten by the dog. Here is a picture of me at the street my dad grew up in,

The dog is called Fergus. He is quite young a boisterous and can pull Grannys arms off. He is crazy. There is also a cat in the house. I think the cat was Auntie Fees but has been left behind for Granny to look after. All the cat does is sleep, eat, fight Fergus and make dad sneeze.

We went to the city and met Auntie Fee after her work. You should see the castle they have in this town. Amazing.

Tomorrow it is seeing my big brother Rudi. I am looking forward to that.

Will