Mortonhall

From Holy Island we drove north along the coast, into Scotland, making our way eventually to Edinburgh and the Mortonhall Holiday Park, our home for the next several days.

 A Highland bovine in the Mortonhall complex; this is what a hippie longhorn 
would look like

Mortonhall was a large baronal or ducal (or whatever) estate in years past; now 
it is a holiday park, holiday homes, condos, a golf course, tennis, restaurant, lounge, 
farm, and, yes, a crematorium; diversification is everything these days.

Tenting out of a Porsche; I love the style; Vicki and I did it in the   80s out of my
beloved 911SC; I still relish a moment in Colorado when, the battery dead, she 
actually pushed the monster to start it, while I sat in the driver's seat, laughing 
hysterically; she was afraid of it; with good reason;  but I now prefer our current 
rig; when camping

One sees all manner of rigs; this world-traveler is from Switzerland