Home again :)

Well, last night was fun - went on the ghost tour with Maya and Jay. This one went around the Grayfriar's Kirkyard (home to Bobby and Burke/Hare - can't remember which) and the infamous black mausollium (sp?). So did a bit of a tour around with the guide telling us about the various sightings in the graveyard (what with the 450,000 bodies estimated to be burried there). The highlight of the tour was the group going into the Black Mausollium where people are regularly 'attacked' by supernatural forces - over 180 people have reportedly been knocked out there. The guide did a good job of planting the suggestions in peoples minds throughout the tour (ah, the power of repetition) so by the time we were in there everyone was thoroughly keyed up (except for me it would seem - I love being utterly cynical) are ready to be 'attacked'. So we were standing in this crypt for a good ten minutes and nothing happened (well, one guy said he felt breathing on the back of his neck). The guide said that we would probably feel an ache begin in our legs working its way up, and that this was generally a prelude to an attack: well, I was feeling this, but put it down to the fact that we were standing in the cold, on a hard and uneven floor, so circulation was bound to play up a bit. However, I did develope a sever headache - but I suspect that this was down to the fact that the dark was straining my eyes and that the black mausollium backs onto an electrical substation, and the structure of the BM itself comprises a metal framework - hello electrical fields! No wonder people faint and have visions or spasms - their internal electrics are being scrambled! But whatever it was, the ghosties didn't feel like playing. And of course no tour would be complete without the guy jumping out to scare everyone. So, like the rest I screamed, but unlike the rest (while still acting on sheer terror) I took a swing at 'it' - fortunately I missed, thank goodness my depth preception is pretty damn poor in the dark!) All the while the logical part of my brain was shouting "It's a man in a costume you idiot!", but it would seem that instint was in charge. Said sorry to the guy later, and he said it was ok - he'd been attacked with umbarellas, elbows etc on more than one occassion, so was always very careful to dodge. So, was quite a fun evening.

Today
Didn't do much except a clothes wash and the washing up, packed stuff. Caught the train at 2, got into Berwick at 3 only to find that the next bus to Duns wasn't til 4.15 - bloody borders bus service! But am home now :)