Cockburn Street, Edinburgh

Previously I have been blogging on mymyspace page, but I wanted to blog elsewhere.

Elsewhere is here, but I don’t really want to blog here either. I want to blog at www.woodpress.wordpress.com. A currently un-used blog – which, with a lick of paint, would make a beautiful home for my words and photos.

So what will my first post be? I decided to go for a Scottish theme to celebrate my new(ish) home.

So without furher ado, a photo, for you:

I knew I had to document this man when Leila and I saw him. Leila said not to in-case I woke him, I had no fears of waking him – I had turned the sounds off on my camera phone.

Although I did not worry about waking the man, I did worry that passers-by would see me taking the photo, which may have seemed a little odd. I decided not to worry, for it was only yesterday that I saw some tourists taking photos of a different kilted man (the only difference being that this one was a bit more sleepy) – I was simply a tourist documenting the Scottish.

I think that the man was sleeping on his bagpipe case, I imagine bagpipes would be a far comfier choice.

Was it wrong not to wake him? We were unsure as to what was right and wrong in this situation, I get very angry when people wake me and don’t know how to handle an angry Scotsman, yet. We decided to look around some shops and check back on him later.
It was shortly after seeing this man that Leila and I knew we made the right choice of city to live in. There are very few cities where you can have a quick nap on some steps without the fear that somebody would look up your kilt.

Later that day we returned to find no man on the steps, we think it was the rain that woke him (or perhaps some louder tourists).

Thanks for reading, come back soon.