It should have been one of those downpours that eases after a couple of minutes. The kind where shoppers pause under awnings for a moment, hopeful that the passing shower will do just that and be on its way. But no. It might be early August but this is also Edinburgh and the rain simply will not ease.
The vehicle is brought into view by a hotel valet, its vast doors just a few brisk, umbrella-covered steps from the dry retreat of reception. I hop across a puddle, pull the rear door handle first, thus presenting a heated slot for the RR-branded umbrella, then jump in the front
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