Since the gang isn’t here yet, I’ve taken this opportunity to do something they wouldn’t be interested in anyway: looking for vintage kilt stuff at Armstrongs Vintage. Plenty of nice tweed kilt jackets, but since I already have two nice ones, I didn’t even bother trying any on. So my main focus was on vintage sporrans and possibly an all black—so a black toorie as well—or all navy blue balmoral hat.
No luck though, so I strolled back to the Royal Mile, and when I reached The Baked Potato Shop, my stomach decided it was time for lunch, even though it was only 11h30.
