Prestonfield House, Edinburgh (Brief Thoughts)

Yesterday, we caught the 14:00 train from King's Cross right at 14:00 as my head has gone to mush since sending Summie off to school.  All that sense of responsibility, punctuality, organizational skills I once possessed, have somehow dissipated.

In this vegetative state, I arrived in the magical city of Edinburgh.  

Prestonfield House is about a 10-minute taxi ride refuge from the heart of town. It sits on acres of lush land, in the shadow of Arthur's Seat, with resident cows and peacocks roaming its grounds.  

Prestonfield House, side view, Arthur's Seat in the background

Bruno could not believe his luck.

 After having to be on his very, very best behaviour for a 4.5 -hour train ride, I let him off his lead, and he jubilantly dashed away and back.

Bruno practising the re-call command...

 Forget Minimalism.  More is more is more.  The rooms are opulent.  Every nook and cranny is filled with antiques.  The walls are papered, painted red, hung with rows and rows of period etchings and paintings.  There is complimentary champagne served on arrival and a bucket of fresh lavender placed in the room.  

Spot the bucket of lavender!

Service is swift, helpful, discreet.  Breakfast is stupendous and included in the room rate.

  I'm not sure if I would stay here again, but for this brief trip, it meets our needs and allows a temporary escape into history and period design.

Bruno our seasoned traveler with his EU passport?  Wastes nary a moment making himself, right at home.

The Prestonfield House, Priestfield Road, Edinburgh, Scotland EH16 5UT