Our final day in Edinburgh warranted a quick yomp up Arthur’s Seat for the view across the city over the Firth of Forth and the countryside beyond.

It’s an energetic walk and, climbing the steepish bit at the end, I had an epiphany about why skiing on red runs scares me. There’s something about trying to balance on a tiny, rocky path with one side of your body somewhat higher than the other, with nothing to support the lower side, that I find really frightening. Who would have thought?

It was a fitting end to our Edinburgh journey, one I enjoyed far more than I thought I would. Seeing new sights, meeting new friends, seeing our beloved Eliza again and realising that chilly and windy on holiday isn’t too bad after all. There will be a next time to Scotland, I’m sure of it, one in which I envisage being swathed in cashmere and tweed and sensible stocky boots.