EDINBURGH. Out On The Fringe.

It’s August, the year is turning it’s thoughts to autumn but there is always a late blossoming or two. One of which is the Edinburgh Festival and the Fringe.

It’s August, the year is turning it’s thoughts to autumn but there is always a late blossoming or two. One of which is the Edinburgh Festival and the Fringe.

I don’t own a TARDIS, I drive a Nissan Micra that’s well blessed in years.

One of the many delights of the Edinburgh Festival is walking down the Royal Mile past the preview stages and taking in the bite sized samples of the shows on offer. Music, drama, magic or just plain odd, they are all their for your enjoyment.

There’s a certain romance about travelling by rail and yes I know there can also be some frustration too.

One of the things I like to discover on my wanderings are the old, painted wall advertisements.

One of the annual treats I look forward to is a visit to Edinburgh when the Festival and Fringe are on. It’s a time when the normally staid and sensible Scottish capital let’s its hair down and goes just a little bit mad. I know this post is a little bit behind times but real life does have a way of getting in the way of the best laid plans […]