20th September 1888
20th September 1888
Oh, what a night. Such fun! I took the road to the docks, a long and tortuous path I confess, not a cab in sight. Still the air was fine and filled me with vigour for the task ahead. The docks were large, though not so as to rival London. How unimaginative of these Scots, to call the road to Leith, Leith Street. Oh well. What a fuddle of a place. So many ships tied up, creaking hulls and smells of the sea. And outside the gates, they were waiting, w****s aplenty for the seamen to pollute themselves with. Brazen doxies all of them, with no sign of propriety, so obvious in their intent to lure the unsuspecting to a disease ravaged doom. I watched from afar, in the lee of a warehouse, until the dock was silent. The greatest insult to our sovereign, th
