10th Day, Sunday March 12th

 Murrayfield - Scotland 7 Ireland 22.

So, it transpires that last night's power outage was much wider than the bar, or indeed the campsite. Following a bright flash of light, the power died over a wide area. How wide, I don't know and largely don't care. I can only say that after a dark and sleepless night without power to the Van, I woke to no hot water (again) in the showers, so I just had to pack up for my overnight stay at Motel One, and get my taxi into town. After a short visit to the National Gallery for a coffee, David and Diane and I took a taxi to Murrayfield, shared a wee drink and snack in the ground, before 3pm kick off. 

Malcolm (Cate's niece Heather's husband) and I watched the game, about which I can't bring myself to say much, save that a good but error-strewn Scotland went down 7-22 to Ireland, who are still the best team in the world. No disgrace, but still a disappointment. No Grand Slam this year. 

I confess I found the walk back into Edinburgh from Murrayfield very taxing for once. OK, today's walking came to over 13000 steps, but I am beginning to wonder how long I will continue to manage that part of my trips to the rugby, and I have been feeling my years today. Just something to ponder over the forthcoming months.

Good dinner at one of our regular haunts, Café Ghurkha, then to a warm, comfy bed.