Making Friends When You Really Only Want Fish Stew
Dispatch from Edinburgh, Scotland
Nov 4 · 6 min read

Eddie’s opens at 8am, and I’m still not dressed, still trying desperately to make a decent cup of coffee with Tesco Americano instant and a packet of skim Scottish milk. Edinburgh is dark from daylight savings time, and drizzly from tradition. It’s perfectly dismal, and I know I’m not the only half-naked woman in the city…


