Murder and mayhem on the Royal Mile
This morning I met the Hendersons from Montana for a half day walk on the Royal Mile. There was Mum Dad Grandma and Fletcher, aged seven and a half, but no sign of Bigfoot (think about it). The weather was great today and we had a good time together. Fletcher was into all the usual boyish stuff like battles, weapons etc and so I threw in loads of stories about murders, hauntings and other gruesome happenings around the old town. A good morning for these friends of a close friend of mine. You owe me one, John!