I’m writing this while grappling with a tremendous wine-induced headache, which I guess is a good sign that my Fringe effort is well on track. First festival week done!
Picking up tickets for this show was a no-brainer. Beards! Men in jocks! Sweat and acrobatics! What else could you wish for? Read on »
This year I made a promise to myself that I’ll do a lot more on the Fringe. Somewhere back in 2012 or ’13 I challenged myself to be out for at least a half pint, every single night during the three weeks. It worked out great and that was probably my best Fringe yet — so I knew that for 2015 I wanted to do something in a similar vein. Read on »
I should really give my poor feet a break, but it’s difficult to justify lying down indoors on the rare pretty days in Edinburgh. My walking has been reduced to a hobble for days now (I overdid the cycling thang and the feet said ‘no’), but as soon as they felt like they could carry me again, I headed out with the Boy’s camera body, and one of my own vintage pancake lenses, to enjoy the sun.
It took some adjusting to, using this lens I know well in a fully manual context, but now fitted on a DSLR’s body. Finding focus, or the right exposure were all challenges at first, but slowly some decent shots emerged.
As on most of my ‘boyless’ summer days, I plunged for my usual wandering snacks, spent some time lying in the grass, and wished I brought a book with me.
I ended up watching a spot of cricket, posed around at the riverside for the self-timer for a bit, hunted for pretty flowers and only headed home in the glorious orange-yellow light once my feet could absolutely take no more.
I could sing odes to this dirty curry place. Kebab Mahal on Patrick Square.
Lena & I have been frequenting this eatery for years now, but oddly I never noticed the quaint beauty of the shopfront until looking it up on Street View. Go get the Saag Paneer!