Full Scottish breakfast except I refused the haggis. Traditionally it contains lungs, except in the version made for the US of A, where lungs is a prohibited ingredient in food for human consumption. Oddly, I imagine there will be lung in most burgers and sausages, and I eat them.
Then a walk into the city for culture and beer. In the Art Gallery saw two mid-eighteenth century portraits of wealthy guys, both by Allan Ramsay. My granny thought red flares and handmade green and yellow tie-dyed shirt were too bright – at least they were affordable and easy to clean.
This really pretty Van Gogh painting, being one of 14 he painted of olive groves whilst in an institution. Don’t know if the groves were accessible to him there or painted from memory.
After art we found a famous Victorian pub, the Cafe Royal, rich in handpainted tiles, polished hardwood and brass. One of the tiled images was of George Stephenson with a younger man, possibly his son Robert. I like to think I’m related, but have never tried to find out, in case I’m not. Enjoyed Kilburn Carte Blanche beer with a sandwich.