Yesterday I went to Edinburgh with my best friend and most awesome human on the planet, Elidah my daughter.
She is fixated on the supernatural at the moment. To he fair we are a family of freaks when it comes to things like that, but she has started earlier than the rest of us.
My ex used to work in a pub down the Grassmarket, so I showed her all the places we used to go to on pub crawls, the stall that sold French crêpes we used to bombard whilst pished…it was nice to reminisce and share that with her.
Our next port of call was Greyfriars Kirkyard…Elidah has been researching this place for weeks! She is convinced (by all the stories, anecdotes and eyewitness accounts) that this place is as haunted as they come. Especially the tomb of one George Mackenzie – Advocate to the king. Apparently old George is now a poltergeist that often chucks things around and generally scares the bejesus out of anyone he doesn’t like the look of.
We watched for a bit…called his name, did a little dance in front of his impressive tomb, but…nothing. George was quiet and quite frankly a let down. Think Elidah was secretly relieved, I asked her what she would have done if something had happened, she replied simply “crap myself”
After the disappointment of old George we spent a few minutes looking at the grave of the famous ‘GreyFriar’s Bobby’ the faithful dog that slept on his dead masters grave for 14yrs.
There were fresh flowers lying, and sticks left for the little dog. Shame he couldn’t be buried with his owner, after guarding him for all those years…sad.
I think we will go back to the kirkyard soon…just to piss off old Georgie.