Off to Edinburgh yesterday. The transformation of the city in August is never anything less than extraordinary. Visitors cannot really appreciate what it is like to see a city thus transformed. Watching Edinburgh in August is like seeing a maiden aunt take to the gin on New Year’s Eve and do the can-can. Every year, right on cue.
I mean, you would never guess if you came up from the South to Edinburgh in August that it is such a po-faced, humourless place, now would you?
[Did I just say that out loud?]
Yesterday was spent in a mixture of what Edinburgh is best at in August. Sitting in a tea-shop putting the world to rights with good company, going to a Fringe show in the early evening and spending a while sitting gazing at Alison Watt’s Still. Surely one of the most successful art installations in a religious space in recent years. I love it, and gaze in silent wonder.
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