Back to the homeland

As a swearing, drunk, iron brew drinking, haggis eating, ginger Scotswoman, I thought it was necessary to return to the homeland by visiting Edinburgh. My company had never been before so we were forced to be tourists. Rambling up the Royal Mile, we went into a giant maze of a souvenir shop which also turned out to be a tartan making factory. Which was nice.

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