The lilac blossoms at their peak together with their smaller friends the bluebells, had the most glorious views across Edinburgh and the Firth of Forth today from the top of Calton Hill. That’s the hill where the old Observatory sits, where the one o’clock cannon ball drops on its tower, as closely in tandem with the sound of cannon. There you will find Edinburgh’s Folly – pardon me, today that should read The National Monument – though in its time it was also known as Edinburgh’s madness. The twelve Grecian columns, (derivative of the Parthenon) is as far as it got; the money ran out. It is though, more seriously, a war memorial of its time.
Who needs aerial views of Edinburgh when there are such glorious vistas over the rooftops of the old and new parts of the city as far as the eye can see. Even the newer constructs (bar one) are sympathetic to the whole. A cairn with a brazier atop, a more recent addition to this World Heritage Site, has already absorbed the character of its surroundings, and is well worth pausing at to study the various discreet information plaques upon and around it.
The public park, for that is what Calton Hill is, was being enjoyed respectfully by all age groups, some taking a rest on the grass. There was a quiet mix of many different languages being spoken. A group of English steam train buffs were studying the information boards. Matchstick men and women were seen to be climbing the majestic Salisbury Crags, it was the right kind of day for it.