Easter

PY and I had been allocated the exact same room as we had when we last stayed in the Premier Inn. It has a strange little staircase from the door to the room itself. I felt a bit guilty moving around in the room because the floor was incredibly squeaky. Eventually, we concluded that we were probably above the bar-restaurant  (which might explain the odd layout) and that the terrible state of the floor boards would not disturb anybody.

Easter Sunday began in the restaurant attached to the hotel. PY and I didn’t book breakfast because we thought we might try and find somewhere away from the hotel and nearer the water in Portobello. But, as Mum and Dad had been given the breakfast voucher we agreed to join them.  We went down just after 9:15am.  It wasn’t too busy but it’s clear that turning up without a reservation adds a bunch of extra work to the busy staff. I felt guilty but they didn’t actually say we could’t have breakfast so we ordered and had a bot of a leisurely morning until we drove down to Jez’s house.

Miriam cooked a range of Hot Cross Buns for lunch. As always we tease Dad a little about them as he’s a traditionalist and only likes them at Easter whereas I am quite prepared to eat them all year round. The idea of the Hot Cross Bun mayo did not seem to appeal to anybody else and I am quite glad we left it at home for us to eat in the coming weeks.  

After lunch we took a ride out to Gosford House, a neo-classical mansion, on the southern banks of the Firth of Forth. Apparently, it is set in 5,000 acres of combined coast and parkland. Although the house itself was open to vsitors today we decided to just to walk around the very impressive grounds and around the lake.  On the way we stopped near the shop to see the chickens and somebody had placed an Easter egg wrapped in blue foil amongst the hens. We tried to convince Amber that chickens really did lay Easter eggs but I don’t think she was having any of it.