Even before the Romans came, there was a mystic energy to the place
(not to mention this fine view of Arthur's Seat) which, over the
centuries, has attracted travellers from many cultures near and far
(some even travelling by, as you see, flying saucer). Perhaps that's
why the Romans ventured so far north from Hadrian's Wall to come here.
But a mix of cultures need not mean a clash of cultures. From the
remains of the dwelling places, we can see how peaceably Tytler
Gardens accommodated both the indigenous Pictish tribespeople,
marking their entrances with the distinctive hengelike triliths of
British natives, and their Roman visitors, dwelling grandly behind
porticoes.
Even in today's cynical world, there is enough of the child left in those who frequent this little nook that they leave mattresses out for the fairies, hoping perhaps to catch a glimpse of them at twilight from the corner of an eye.
If, once you've found your way to this idyll, you should ever wish to leave, you can pass through this arch, under the railway line, but beware...
