I’m a bit late with posting this but I did not want to let any more days pass by without providing that little commentary on my adventures in Edinburgh last weekend.
As mentioned in a previous post, I started the weekend with gin tasting / cabaret event, which was ok but nothing really to shout about other than that the singers were really good. The gin…well, it was ok, and it was something new to try.
The other events I went to last weekend, tho, were much better:
Wired was a play put on at a venue hosted by the Army and focused on a young soldier being traumatised by witnessing the explosion of an IED. The play was superbly performed by three actresses who kept the small audience enraptured all the way through the MC’s experience of PTSD. It was thought-provoking and moving, and not something I would have expected (especially given the venue). I didn’t find the ending believable, but it did make one think. Again, it was one of the performances that I probably wouldn’t have picked if I had read the description properly…but that proved to be a rather good find.
That is kinda what happens at The Festival…you sort of stumble into things because there are thousands of performances through out the month of August and it is almost impossible to remember or list everything that looks interesting in the programme.
The highlight of my trip, however, was a Sherlock Holmes Walking Tour.
Now, you may ask what our favourite consulting detective has to do with Edinburgh? Well, the tour wasn’t so much about Sherlock Holmes as it was about his creator, Arthur Conan Doyle, and he was born in Edinburgh (just around the corner from where I made my HQ for the weekend). There was, until very recently, even a statue of Holmes to mark the spot – as the original house had been torn down to make way for a roundabout. This year, the statue was missing, too, a victim to further roadworks. I hope they put it back soon! It belongs in Picardy Place.
(This is the picture I took last year in Picardy Place.)
Let me say this, too: The tour started at 10:30 and lasted for near enough 2 hours … in the pouring rain. And I mean, rain heavy enough to keep many festival-goers off the street. Except, of course, for a small group of 11 “enthusiasts” (i.e. nutters) who got happily soaked following this guy through town:
He was a great guide!
Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain…but that didn’t really stop anyone.
(Mercat Cross & St. Giles)