Recent Article in The Daily Record
26th October 2011From The Daily Record - Saturday 17th September 2011
The Royal Scots Regiment have a
proud history of valour on the
battlefield stretching back
hundreds of years – so, as one of
life’s natural civilians, it was with
trepidation that I arrived at their
club for the weekend.
But I was soon put at ease by the
warm welcome my wife Trish and I
received as we entered the stunning
neo-classical building in Abercromby
Place in Edinburgh’s New Town.
The receptionist was friendliness
itself as she showed us where to
park – and avoid the bands of traffic
wardens who had eyed our car as we
puttered to a halt outside.
And she soon had us installed in
our room, which oozed character,
with high ceilings, huge Georgian
windows and period furniture.
The club was founded in memory
of the 11,000 Royal Scots killed in
World War 1.
And, along with pictures of battles
fought in by the regiment and other
memorabilia, that is what gives it its
It’s a welcome change from the
blandness of many modern hotels.
With dinner being served shortly
after we arrived, it was time to
decide on what to wear for our
appearance in the dining room.
The Royal Scots Club, which
recently completed a £1.5million
refurbishment and also an extension,
has a smart dress code that involves
the wearing of a tie – with jeans
being frowned on.
Luckily for me – owner of just two
kipper ties from the 80s – the rule is
relaxed at the weekend.
But all the dressing up was worth it
as we were served up a truly
delicious meal and lashings of wine.
After a great night’s sleep, it was
time, once again, to visit the dining
room – on this occasion for a full-onScottish breakfast. There was
healthy stuff there too – fresh
fruit, cereals and fruit juices.
So, full to the gunnels, I
waddled after Trish as we
headed out to see the sights –
all in walking distance as the
club is just a few hundred yards
from Princes Street.
Adopting a see-a-sight/havea-
coffee policy, we cut a
swathe through the city,
bagging the National Museum
of Scotland, the National
Portrait Gallery, The Royal Mile
– and a dizzying array of shops.
And it was nice to be able to
stroll back in the evening to
our sumptuous rooms.
By the time we left, I felt
ready for anything – although
I’m not expecting my call-up
papers anytime soon.
A full pdf of the article can be found here.