Perfect weather, if you're a frog.

This is not what the skies looked like today, but this IS Arthur's Seat (the highest sloping peak to the right).

We've been blessed with amazing weather this week, truly. Afraid of having the stereotypical weather while we were here, and in the process walking miles each day in the drizzle, we instead were blessed with nearly perfect conditions all week. What rain we had took place in the early morning hours and we woke most mornings with blue skys and temps in the high 60s to low 70s.

Today, though, fitting for our last show, back to the drizzles. I've been walking in it for hours now. 'Not complaining, mind you... again, we've had far less rain during our daylight hours as forecast this week. A single member of our company had not walked the peak just north of Edinburgh, 'Arthur's Seat', and I'd done it twice already. It was such a good walk that I did it today with him despite the rain... because of it, too.

He wore his kilt for the occasion.

How better to experience this extinct volcano, surrounded by the low-lying rolling hills? In 'true' Scottish weather, where the rain doesn't so much fall, it just sort of hangs there for you to walk into it. Even with the sluggish conditions, it was wonderful.

We're finished here, all of the props are packed, and we're out of our performance venue. Most of the company are flying back tomorrow, but I'm off to the Stirling area, the gateway of the Highlands, I'm told, for a couple of days of camping. Perhaps the rain will let up... I don't know. As much as I can deal with the wetness aesthetically, it's a major hassle to put up and take down a tent in the rain (not to mention the extra weight a saturated tent adds to the pack).

I'd considered hopping on a train and going as far north as I possibly could, but wisdom crept in Thursday... the thought of missing the ONE train at seven in the morning back to Edinburgh, and thus missing my flight, and thus creating a huge hassle and a great deal of expense in getting back to the States, made me take a more conservative option. While Stirling is only half an hour away by train, I'm told it's gorgeous, actually having been likened to Tuscany, Italy.

My main hopes now is that I'll be able to find a great place to see the stars... if the weather lets up for a bit.