By the time we visited Calton Hill and then had a leisurely, three-course meal with introductions – it was getting late. We basically hadn’t slept since Friday night (except for a very few minutes on the plane – since for some reason, they insisted on turning the lights on and off and on again) and now it was Sunday night. (Saturday night totally disappeared). So, DG and I wandered across Regents Road to the Calton New Cemetery. (I think new means only 600 years old instead of 1200 years old or something because this was one decrepit, junky place.