It was particularly dreich on the day I explored Edinburgh last year even more than when I met up with the wonderful Anabel. However as in Glasgow there was joy amongst all the gloomy weather.

My Edinburgh joy began on Rose Street , a narrow back street to the south of George Street in Edinburgh’s New Town. It was originally a mid/late 18th century housing development created by architect James Craig. By the early 19th century many of the houses had shops on the ground floor, and by the 20th century it was entirely made up of shops and bars. As you can see some of the bars have rather unusual names!

Dirty Dicks on Rose Street

The joy I discovered wasn’t in this bar or any other, instead I was delighted to discover visual signs of Edinburgh’s status as the first UNESCO City of Literature. In the 1950s and 1960s Rose Street’s bars were the haunt of Scottish poets, and their work is still being celebrated on Rose Street.

Rose street building

It was George Mackay Brown’s 1971 poem ‘Beachcomber’ which really caught my eye thanks to the wonderful art work of Astrid Jakel.

On the side of the BT Telephone Exchange her handmade paper cuts have been transformed into steel panels, and even on a grey day they look amazing. However you’re just going to have to wait until Monday to see her fabulous work. This was meant to be a Six Word Saturday, but as you can see only my title meets that rule! I am hoping if I cease the words now Debbie will forgive my verbosity.

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