After a lovely stop for lunch at Canonsgate Arms, we walked (trekked, as it turned out) to the Royal Botanical Gardens. The walk was through a very cool part of town.
When we reached the gardens themselves, I asked a very helpful man named Neil if there was anything in particular I should see regarding Robert Fortune. Since reading FOR ALL THE TEA IN CHINA by Sarah Rose, I've become a bit of a groupie for Mr. Fortune. He was from Edinburgh originally, but they said there wasn't anything dedicated to him here.
|An incredibly large plant fossil|
|Dozens of pepper plants, or various capsasin content|
|These "lily pads" were at least 4 feet across.|
|The "desert" hothouse|
|A view from outside|
|Yay! I found him. One of the plants he "hunted" and names.|
With sore feet, we began the journey back to town.
We took a breather and enjoyed some cider at Jekyll & Hyde. Writer Robert Louis Stevenson is another of Edinburgh's famous sons.
|Grammarian! My hero!|
It seems a bit redundant to compare a theatre to an asylum, but there you have it.