Day 46: Cramond - Dalkeith

We would have loved to stay longer in our sunny little spot by the sea, but reality knocked on the door… and it brought neither food nor space for gray water. So, with the pantry shivering, the fridge bare, and the tank about to overflow, we had to leave the coast and return to civilization.

We got in the car and got stuck in a traffic jam that looked like the queue to get into paradise, but without the paradise. The traffic through Edinburgh was so slow that even I could have overtaken the cars, and I only have four legs!

The goal was twofold: to buy a new hiking stick to replace the one papi Edu broke (I don't know if he wants it for walking or to scare away midges), and to fill the camper with supplies. In Decathlon we found the stick, and then papi went into Tesco for supplies. I stayed guarding the cell, of course.

And as if that wasn't exciting enough, we made a technical stop to empty the gray water in a street drain. It's not the most glamorous part of the trip, but hey, it's part of the camper life, and I don't think it's illegal. If it was, I didn't see anything. 😇

We looked for somewhere to eat, but the two car parks we found were very busy. Cars coming and going, slamming doors, children screaming… it wasn't a plan for a quiet lunch. So we kept looking and ended up in Dalkeith, in a car park next to a park that, to compensate, is quite nice. We had lunch in the camper and then the classic digestive nap came.

Papi Edu said something about dog hotels, that he wanted to visit one… I don't quite understand why he wants to see that, if we already have our camper which is perfect… Some plan is brewing, and I get the feeling they are not telling me everything. But with the morning traffic jam still fresh in his memory, he didn't feel like it. And I, honestly, didn't feel like inspecting cages either.

In the afternoon we went to explore the park (infinite lawn!) and also the town of Dalkeith, which according to a sign is a "historic town". Well… if by "historic" they mean "gray, with more cement than charm", then yes, it is.

We went back to the car park, which now seemed like a Garden of Eden compared to the streets of the town. We played for a while in the giant meadow in front of us —papi threw the ball and I pretended to bring it back as usual— and then, when it started to cool down, we took refuge in the camper.

Today hasn't been a day of great adventures, but sometimes a little peace and quiet feels good too… and especially with new supplies in the pantry.