Firth of Forth on the First
Well, I ended up bailing on the jumping into the Firth.
It's kinda complicated, but it mostly involves two things:
My guide for the evening ended up ditching me and not showing back up again until 7 a.m. (No, dear, that's not a dig at you, I'm glad you had a good time, but gah! you woke me up in a tizzy!)
It would have involved walking an hour up to Princes Street from here in order to catch the bus to Queensferry, and I was so freaking knackered after all the walking I've been doing that I just couldn't psych myself up for it. So when I went to wake Myles at 8:30 and he was so obviously out of it still, I decided to screw it and went back to bed.
There's always next year, after all. It's not like Edinburgh's going anywhere.