Postcards from Scotland

Today we had a class trip into Edinburgh to visit the Scotland Poetry Center and Library. It was sort of intersting. They had all sorts of books of and on poetry that you could read as well as some interesting exibits on the poetry of well known authors. There was even a working typewriter with paper so you could compose a poem or leave a note. I wrote something that could conceivably be a free verse poem. It goes like this:

I love typewriters;
mine broke.

I also got two free postcards but, rather than pay the postage and mail them, I've decided to post pictures here instead. Enjoy.




After visiting the poetry library and checking out the literary quotations on the side of the Scottish Parliment building, we went to tea at Clarinda's Tea Room, named after Clarinda, the woman who inspired some of Robert Burn's poetry. After mint tea and a scone (they had really good butter) we wandered up hight street looking at a few shops. Since the class part of the trip was over the other two kids in my class decided to go their separate ways and meet up with friends. The teacher had to go and meet her family so I was left alone to wander in the kilt shops and souviner stores. I didn't see anything worth buying, I saw a lot of things I wanted to buy, but nothing worth the price they were asking. I got on a bus and came back to the house.

I watched the Agatha Christie episode of Doctor Who (the girl I was watching it with had never even heard of Agatha Christie). I had to pack for the Isle of Skye Macbackpackers tour this weekend. We'll be leaving early in the morning. Like last time, I won't be bringing my computer with me so it will be a while before you find out what happend. I shall return. In the mean time, you can try and figure out what that one postcard is saying without hurting your eyes. There's a prize if you get it right despite the fuzzy photo.