After just over a week, it was time to head back to London. As is so often the case, it feels like a lot longer. Edinburgh is such a beautiful city, and there were so many things we got to see and do, and so many more that we did not. It's understandable how this place can inspire poets and storytellers.
Much of the day would be spent getting back to London, and to Heathrow.
During the trip, I began to feel very run down and achy. It wasn't until later that I would find I'd contracted Covid. Fortunately it has been a very minor case, with no symptoms aside from a phlegmy cough and some joint ache. It did however make me less inclined to take pictures.
