The trip begins.
Get up. On the train. Nuts, chocolate and falafel. Straight up the east coast, a sea view floats beyond.
Arrival into Edinburgh, a fairytale citadel construction of gothic spires and castles. A yellow moon rises of a black shadow of Arthur's seat. We roam the streets through heavy crowds and heavy rain. This town is so different now, during the festival, usually a busy and jovial place it has now stepped up a notch, hundreds of punters spilling out onto the streets and a hailstorm of flyers being thrust in your hands. Every corner is now a venue, every street a route to the next destination.
Our flat is a crack den from the outside, a lovely home on the inside. A late night around the table, talking and tea. The long day has inspired the short sentences. Tomorrow the real work begins of setting up shows in our venue and we will hit the ground running. It is exciting and scary and real. I hope for the best.
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