As you may or may not have noticed, there was no day 8. Well there was in that day 8 did indeed occur, it’s just that I stayed at home cursing the Gods of rain, and the peddlers of the Spanish Plume lie.
I needed a break anyway, and the weather was rubbish. So day 8 was cancelled. Here then, without further ado, is Day 9, in all it’s bustling glory. The Royal Mile was alive today, that’s for sure.