Culture

Leith Market. He also sells enormous sausage rolls. Scots die a few years earlier than most other developed nations, on average.
But we die happy.

After the market, we went over to East End Park, and watched a scrappy, untidy, yet infinitely satisfying gubbing of the Wee Team.

(For my overseas friends; a football team that I like won a game against another football team that I don't like, even though they are based in a town about twenty minutes' journey from the first team. I ate a cholesterol laden boiled egg, surrounded by a layer of spiced, ground pork with lumps of blood sausage, coated with breadcrumbs. I am a very happy little Fifer)