IT IS AGREEABLE ENOUGH SIMPLY WANDERING AROUND LEITH HARBOUR AREA
WITH NO REAL ITINERARY. IT'S ALWAYS A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE
AMBLING TO AND FRO AMIDST SHIPS AND MASTS AND BOATS AND BUOYS.
THERE USED TO BE A MUSEUM ALONG THE SHORE AT NEWHAVEN, BUT THE
LAST TIME I WAS THERE IT HAD BEEN CLOSED DOWN AND TURNED INTO A
RESTAURANT, WHICH IS MORE THAN A LITTLE SAD.
ROYAL YACHT BRITANNIA, OCEAN TERMINAL
Shhhh... for goodness sake don't say a word or
tell anyone I told you, but this is the very yacht
used by the British Royal Family for over forty
years on their tours around the world. The
reason I'm trying to keep it low key is because
my propensity for frivolous ramblings of a toiletry nature has almost
seen me sent to The Tower. I mean, let's not be under any
misapprehensions here, this is a mighty fine vessel; it's glitzy and
grand and looks every bit like a stately home that has been plopped on a
boat, but there's something a little bit weird that you may notice when
you pay it a visit. There is a rather peculiar lack of Royal cludgies to
peer into. ('Cludgie' is a Scottish term for toilet or privy or closet
or powder room or rest room or comfort station or lavatory or john or
can.) One has to presume that unless the Royals bared their bottoms over
the side when nature called, that there are indeed toilets. Somewhere.
Joe Public, being an uneducated bunch much excited by crude matters,
faecal or otherwise, would, I should imagine, very much like to see such
a thing. With promotional tags like 'Lizzie's Loo' or 'The Regal Rear
End Experience' it would surely be a crowd puller. (Ah well; time to
flee to France.)