Scotland and Ireland Day 4: Arthur’s Seat to Ireland

We spent our last evening in Scotland resting from our busy day and deciding what we would have time to see the next morning.  Our flight to Dublin was at 3 o’clock. Leaving time to drive, drop off the car and go through security, my husband wanted to be on the road by 11:30. This didn’t leave time to do much, since many attractions opened around 10.

During my time in Edinburgh, I had been vaguely recalling a book I’d read years ago. One Day by David Nicholls. The book is partly set in Edinburgh. One place that features prominently is Arthur’s Seat. After remembering  the name of the hill, I decided we MUST hike it and enjoy the view from the top. It took a little convincing to my husband to agree, but he finally did. (After reading up on Arthur’s Seat, he had been worried that it might take too long. Our B&B host assured us we’d have plenty of time.)

It was easy enough to find the general area with our GPS, but once near the hill, we had a hard time figuring out where to start and how to park. It turns out there are multiple places to start, with hike times varying depending on where you choose.  After asking directions a few times and trying to understand what they were telling us (we probably looked like idiots), we found a parking spot near one of the trails.

From where we started, it took longer to find Arthur’s Seat than it actually took to climb to the top. Starting near the bottom, it’s about a 3 mile/2.5 hour hike. We needed about 20 minutes up, then about 20 back down. I’d love to go back and do the full hike, but I’m glad we were able to squeeze a shorter hike in this time.

As promised the views were beautiful (if a little windy).



All too soon it was time to head to the airport. The flight from Edinburgh to Dublin was just about an hour and was uneventful. We landed around 4:00 and headed right to our B&B in Wicklow. Because it was Good Friday, many sites and restaurants were closed. Our hostess was able to recommend an eatery within walking distance.

Adriano’s Fish and Chips was hopping! I don’t know if it’s normally like that or it was simply the only eatery open. We ordered basic fish and chips, a falafel, pizza, burger and fries. Everything was good, even though it wasn’t what I might have chosen to eat as our first meal in Ireland. I walked the girls back to the B&B and my husband found a gas station where he could pay our highway toll. (We had to use one of the toll highways and payment is accepted within a certain amount of hours at designated locations around the country. A bit weird for us, but it was nice not having to worry about how to use toll roads.) 

Nothing was left on the agenda but a relaxing evening!