Good evening and thank you for joining me for another boring books for bedtime.

I hope tonight selection provides all the boredom your busy brain needs to quiet down and let you get some sleep.

So find a comfortable spot.

Adjust your volume. Take a nice deep breath in. Let it out slowly. And off we go.

Well, it's autumn, and that always makes me think of my most favorite place on Earth, Scotland. So tonight, let's take a relaxing journey with Edinburgh.

Pictureses Notes by Robert Lewis Stevenson

first published in 1878, and reprinted as The People's Edition in

1903 by Celient Co. Limited 38 Great Russell Street, London.

Let's begin.

Chapter 1 introductory

The Ancient and Famous Metropolis of the North

sits overlooking a windy estuary from the slope and summit of three hills.

No situation could be more commanding for the head city of a kingdom, none better chosen for noble prospects.

From her tall precipice and terraced gardens, she looks far and wide on the sea and broad

shampains.

To the east you may catch at sunset, the spark of the May Lighthouse, where the firth

expands into the German Ocean, and away to the west, over all the kars of Sterling, you can see the first snows upon Ben Lettie.

But Edinburgh pays cruelly for her high seat in one of the vilest climates under heaven.

She is liable to be beaten upon by all the winds that blow, to be drenched with rain, to be buried in cold sea-fogs out of the

east, and powdered with the snow as it comes flying southward from the Highland Hills.

The weather is raw and boisterous in winter, shify and ungenial in summer, and a downright meteorological purgatory

in the spring.

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