Edinburgh, A View Of Ann Street Sticker

Every morning, as a child, on those special visits to granny’s flat in Edinburgh, my father and I trudged down the long hill to Stockbridge where a newsagent had a plastic covered tray of fluffy Scottish breakfast rolls. On the way back we often turned through Ann Street. It has always been the prettiest of streets, the preserve of the lettered, of judges perhaps. It is so pretty it is rumoured to be behind the design on a chocolate box. The air is redolent of honeysuckle, of roses and lilac.