Aftershocks of jetlag

We wandered around Old Town until it was time to check in.

I'm glad we booked our hostel in advance.  It's very nice, clean and well staffed, and if I hadn't paid for it before we left I wouldn't have thought we could afford it.

Our room overlooks the corner of Blackfriars, and we're a few blocks from Forest Cafe, where the Liar will be performing.

Monday evening descended into a battle against exhaustion, which was lost at about 7pm.

Which is why we both woke up at 5am.  With little else to do, and three hours until breakfast was served, we went for a wander.  Pictures follow.

I was planning to get up and go for a run, but unfamiliarity with the city made me cautious.  Having stepped outside now, I can see there are long paths around the city which form a runner's playground.  It should be a good couple of weeks.

I didn't take any photos of breakfast as haggis, sausages and scrambled eggs, though delicious, are not the most aesthetically pleasing plater-fillers.  The plan today is to do a walking tour, catch a Fringe Festival show and get ready for the first performance of Vodka and Truth.