A couple of weeks ago my dad and I trotted off to Edinburgh to see the world’s longest tapestry and have a mooch round the Scottish Parliament building, where the tapestry was on display.
Such an expedition required sustenance, and we called in at Mimi’s Bakehouse in Leith en route for energy giving morsels:
The delightful assistant ordered a cappuccino and a plain scone:
I went for tea and a fruit scone:
To my surprise the fruit scone was highly spiced, and extraordinarily fluffy inside:
Although the fruit scone was remarkably good, the plain scone really took the biscuit, so to speak.
Not only was it inordinately fluffy but it was also immensely buttery and melted in the mouth. The texture was that of a perfect scone but the taste was more like that of a croissant:
The plain scone was so good that not only were we completely enchanted by it during our time at Mimi’s, but it kept coming up in conversation at various points throughout the day.
It was a Scone Great, the sort of scone that, if there were Royal decorations for baked goods, would be in line for a Knighthood.
Having thoroughly enjoyed our comestibles, we scooted up into the old town of Edinburgh. Our destination was Holyrood, where a very modern sort of building sits directly across the road from a more aged one:
I had only once before been to the Parliament building, some years ago, and at that time it was possible to simply walk in off the street.
On our recent visit, there was a police presence outside the entrance (just one lone policeman, but I daresay he could summon others pretty quickly if required):
Inside, we had to queue up in an airport-style security area where our bags, jackets, belts, phones, etc. went into boxes and through a scanner, while we passed through one of those full body scanner doorway things. The staff on duty were wearing bulletproof vests:
Once safely inside with guns left at the door for collection on the way out (just kidding), we made our way into the main hall where the massive tapestry was on display.
It was hung in sections and there were lots of people milling about inspecting the stitching.
The tapestry is a highly educational creation, as well as being a work of art. Prior to visiting the exhibition, I had no idea there had been a false alarm threat of Napoleonic invasion on my birthday in 1801:
It was so busy in the hall that after a short time we toddled off upstairs to look at the Parliament’s Debating Chamber. It’s rather a splendid place and I’ll post about it separately.
In the meantime, here’s one last detail from the tapestry, showing a Scottish soldier fittingly togged up in tartan garb: