Well-ordered rows of housing in Dalkeith
The old church and ruins in Dalkeith's High Street
Crossing the road in Dalkeith
Dalkeith
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You know, there are some towns that don't quite hit the spot. They just don't have a great deal going for them, where tourism is concerned. Maybe they don't have a castle or an old museum or architecture that makes one go 'Oooo' or 'Ahhh'. Dalkeith is like that, lacking in the 'Oooo' and 'Ahhh' Department. It is in fact so uninteresting that hippos would not drag me back, no matter their state of wildness. And so, you might rightly ask, why even bother to mention the place? Well, my visit to Dalkeith coincided with a parade. A parade of paratroopers, and the last thing I would wish to do is upset them. I mean, there's nothing like a pub full of red berets for making one wonder if perhaps now is not a good time to be moaning about the lack of real ale. RETREEEAT! (Personally, I'm inclined to think they were actually gathering en masse in preparation for an invasion of Jedburgh.)
But the thing about Dalkeith is that it is not actually Dalkeith that is the star. It is what lies just outside the town. There are butterflies the size of biplanes. They flitter and flutter and land on folk. And if you wish to escape from the voracious teeth of a butterfly then there are mines and caves. Or coves, strange underground places where one might flee for a while and peek out one's head to see if the butterflies are still waiting to pounce. In fact, now that I think on it, that could be why there were paratroopers - they dropped from the wings of butterflies ...
NEAT HOUSING IN DALKEITH
HIGH STREET SCENE, DALKEITH
CROSSING THE ROAD IN DALKEITH
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How to
GET THERE
You can get a number 3 bus to Dalkeith from Edinburgh's North Bridge. The bus is invariably maroon and white in colour, and a double-decker.
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