You should run'em yer hardtail on that there wooden railing :devil:
Crashby goes to Europe
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I love the european phone booths... gotta get meself one fa mah living quarters
'lil uphill climb...
a mighty fine garden to be shure
every street, well, for a lack of a better description... just looks cool
LBS!
complete with a smug Scotsman
thats $3,850.00 US dollars.... 
finally to the "Grassmarket"... this is an area where I will be spending much of my weekend...
blurb:
For centuries the area served as the site for public executions. The Grassmarket also served as the city's main weekly market after being granted a charter by James III in 1477.
The area is now one of Edinburgh's main night spots with numerous pubs and clubs lining the street.
Sir Walter Scott described the Grassmarket in his 1818 novel The Heart of Midlothian:
In former times, England had her Tyburn, to which the devoted victims of justice were conducted in solemn procession up what is now called Oxford Street. In Edinburgh, a large open street, or rather oblong square, surrounded by high houses, called the Grassmarket, was used for the same melancholy purpose. It was not ill chosen for such a scene, being of considerable extent, and therefore fit to accommodate a great number of spectators, such as are usually assembled by this melancholy spectacle. On the other hand, few of the houses which surround it were, even in early times, inhabited by persons of fashion; so that those likely to be offended or over deeply affected by such unpleasant exhibitions were not in the way of having their quiet disturbed by them.
blurb:
For centuries the area served as the site for public executions. The Grassmarket also served as the city's main weekly market after being granted a charter by James III in 1477.
The area is now one of Edinburgh's main night spots with numerous pubs and clubs lining the street.
Sir Walter Scott described the Grassmarket in his 1818 novel The Heart of Midlothian:
In former times, England had her Tyburn, to which the devoted victims of justice were conducted in solemn procession up what is now called Oxford Street. In Edinburgh, a large open street, or rather oblong square, surrounded by high houses, called the Grassmarket, was used for the same melancholy purpose. It was not ill chosen for such a scene, being of considerable extent, and therefore fit to accommodate a great number of spectators, such as are usually assembled by this melancholy spectacle. On the other hand, few of the houses which surround it were, even in early times, inhabited by persons of fashion; so that those likely to be offended or over deeply affected by such unpleasant exhibitions were not in the way of having their quiet disturbed by them.
I decided to dine at the "Beehive Inn".
So, ummm, you know how you say something like "Man, that bar's been arond forever!", and that means like 8 years or something? This puppy's been around for 152 years...
Oh, I almost forgot "Crikey the Guinness is good here"...
So, ummm, you know how you say something like "Man, that bar's been arond forever!", and that means like 8 years or something? This puppy's been around for 152 years...
Oh, I almost forgot "Crikey the Guinness is good here"...
So... filled with fish, chips, fresh peas and good stout beer, I make by way across the cobbles in the light evening rain... the sun manages to peek out behind the clouds for a brief second and light up the raindrops like sapphires...
(Please disregard the scaffolding on the 18th century church...thank you)
(Please disregard the scaffolding on the 18th century church...thank you)
hehehehe that place has saved my ass before, puncture after gaping a stair set nearby, just happened to walk round the corner and BAM!!! bike shop.
Impressive!!! thats one beautiful picture right there!!!!
Keep the photos coming Crashby - this thread is amazing!!!
<------------------ Incredibly envious, but happy for you.
Originally posted by Tweek
<------------------ Incredibly envious, but happy for you.
I'm with Mike on this one.......:love:
mmmmm.....Balvenie....:love:Originally posted by Echo
Cool, there's a Balvenie in that pic
So whats the biggest culture shock been so far then?
Is the Guinness really better over there (because it's fresher or something) or are you trying to make us more jealousOriginally posted by Crashby
I decided to dine at the "Beehive Inn".
So, ummm, you know how you say something like "Man, that bar's been arond forever!", and that means like 8 years or something? This puppy's been around for 152 years...
Oh, I almost forgot "Crikey the Guinness is good here"...
Keep these pics coming....I need my daily fix!
the usage of "arse" instead of a$s I guess...
seriously though, the biggest shock so far has been that there has not been a culture shock... shocking that I heard MJ on the restaurant CD player... shocking that I see a Miller light bar pull at all the pubs... shocking that I see Kona's all over the streets... shocking that the place everyone at the office went to lunch is freakin Pizza Hut...
oh... and they call fries "chips" - I guess thats quite shocking
I suppose a town like Glasgow would be more ethnic... (as would Japan I suppose
smoother and more delicious for sure... but the best is in Ireland I hear...Originally posted by TreeSaw
Is the Guinness really better over there (because it's fresher or something) or are you trying to make us more jealous
Keep these pics coming....I need my daily fix!
last time I was in Ireland was when I was 9 years old... didnt sample it back then
This thread is fantastic. 
I'd really like to get to England some time. There seems to be such much more character in the buildings and towns that what we see 'round these parts.
Thanks for the pics and stories, Crashby.
I'd really like to get to England some time. There seems to be such much more character in the buildings and towns that what we see 'round these parts.
Thanks for the pics and stories, Crashby.
the fekkin workweek is finally over and I need some R-n-R. I worked me arse off this week, but it all went quite well, so well worth it.
Time to go out for some food and wiskey...
so... I started out with the idea of just grabbing some food, and relaxing back at my flat... but I got sidetracked by Edinburgh...
I ended up walking 5-6 miles around Edinburgh Castle
... on the way to somewhere...
Time to go out for some food and wiskey...
so... I started out with the idea of just grabbing some food, and relaxing back at my flat... but I got sidetracked by Edinburgh...
I ended up walking 5-6 miles around Edinburgh Castle
... on the way to somewhere...
It was raining most of the evening, so light was an issue... some of the pictures came out alright, some are a bit wanting, but here they are...
I found this amazing cemetery in the middle of Edinburgh...
In a world of capitalism, busy streets and loud noises... this brought me peace
Thomas Guthrie, the son of a successful merchant, was born in Brechin in 1780. Educated at his local school, Guthrie was such a brilliant scholar that he was only twelve years old when he entered the University of Edinburgh in 1792.
the castle guards the dead...
Dean Cemetery is a cemetery in Dean Village in Edinburgh, Scotland. It stands on the site of Dean House, part of Dean Estate, purchased by Sir William Nesbit in 1609.
Richmond Park, extending over some 955 hectares (2,360 acres), is a heritage landscape of national importance. The Park was enclosed as a hunting park by Charles I in 1637 and still retains many ingredients of a medieval deer park. Essential to its character is the rich landscape of semi-natural acidic grassland, areas of bog and bracken, wetland, woodland and ancient parkland trees, and the herds of fallow and red deer that still roam the park.
ok... there's gotta be some good DH trails over there somewhere...
The Edinburgh Castle is omnipresent from most major roads...
(for those of you playing at home: omnipresent \om-nuh-PREZ-uhnt\, adjective
resent in all places at the same time; ubiquitous.)
(for those of you playing at home: omnipresent \om-nuh-PREZ-uhnt\, adjective
resent in all places at the same time; ubiquitous.)
hmmmm... clock says almost 7:30... I should be starting to look for a place to enjoy some single malt...
This spire looks like something you would find in Romania or Ugoslovia or Herzegovina or... well, you get the point...
1000's of acres of gardens around the castle were closed for the day... lets see how fast I get kicked out tomorrow runnin' Edinburgh Castle "urban style":devil:
ohhh man, if it were only sunny for this pic... (and I had halway decent equipment)... anyway, here is the runner up photo of the day...
spires and domes everywhere... this is a time when people thought nothing of taking 100 or more years to build a structure...
... and the top prize of the day goes to this photograph... cool for many reasons...
ok...ok... I know what you all are thinking on this one...
FINALLY... some food and drink at Maggie Dickson's, named after a:
"Notorious Musselburgh fish-wife who came back from the dead. Dickson was publicly hanged in Edinburgh's Grassmarket in 1728 for killing her illegitimate baby. Her husband had been working in the fisheries at Newcastle for about a year, when Maggie found she was pregnant, and to conceal her shame, she killed her baby. Her body was taken down, placed in a coffin and transported back to Musselburgh for burial. However, as the cart carrying her rattled over the cobbled streets, she was shaken back to life. Her relatives heard a noise and opened the coffin to reveal indeed that Maggie was very much alive. On the basis that she had been pronounced legally dead, it was decided that she could not be executed for a second time and she was released to live a long and happy life, during which she ran a nearby ale-house and produced many further children."
...of couse now outfitted with a 42" plasma TV to show the local rugby game... (really cool railing along the bar too)
"Notorious Musselburgh fish-wife who came back from the dead. Dickson was publicly hanged in Edinburgh's Grassmarket in 1728 for killing her illegitimate baby. Her husband had been working in the fisheries at Newcastle for about a year, when Maggie found she was pregnant, and to conceal her shame, she killed her baby. Her body was taken down, placed in a coffin and transported back to Musselburgh for burial. However, as the cart carrying her rattled over the cobbled streets, she was shaken back to life. Her relatives heard a noise and opened the coffin to reveal indeed that Maggie was very much alive. On the basis that she had been pronounced legally dead, it was decided that she could not be executed for a second time and she was released to live a long and happy life, during which she ran a nearby ale-house and produced many further children."
...of couse now outfitted with a 42" plasma TV to show the local rugby game... (really cool railing along the bar too)