EH12 Roseburn Bar
Until recently there was a luxury second-hand car showroom across the road, now it’s just another Tesco.  With lots of glass, and a busy traditional style bar, I’ve often thought that in romantic light, the scene in The Roseburn resembles an oil painting – at least from the top deck of a bus.  We were there to watch Spain and Portugal in the semi-final of the Euros, and immersed ourselves in the game. The conversation was limited to short, football related observations; sometimes it’s just like that. It was a cloudy and rainy evening, but stuffy and muggy inside, we wedged a side entrance open, and cool air blew over me all night. At half-time we talked about mine and Aitzi’s longest day of the year trip to the far north of Scotland.  Also Cai and Shirley’s Great British Road Trip. Heavy rain marred both holidays. A group of workmen, still in their high visibility gear, became louder as the game wore on. They created a good atmosphere, and like all neutrals, they loved the penalty shoot-out. I was pleased Spain won, even if they’d been frustrating to watch.  Aitzi was congratulated on her team progressing, but being Basque, she wasn’t overly fussed.

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