This habit of sitting up half the night blogging will have to go. But right now I think I have got my photos in sufficient order to know what I’m doing, so I’ll press on.
What an experience it was to visit the Edinburgh book festival! It’s been great. I hope I will have the stamina to do it again, possibly even next year. Staying just round the corner from Charlotte Square would have been a very useful thing, but the daily walk in Stirling to the station and from Haymarket to Charlotte Square, and then back again at night, was probably good for us. Probably.
It was muddy and puddley. They had pirates on at least one occasion. There was sunshine a couple of days. Full days. Plenty of part time sun.
They are clean living and they recycle, although I’m not sure the coffee mugs and the plastic glasses of water went into the right recycling boxes in the Press Pod at all times. There was a dead body in the pod. Or it looked like there might have been one. Not sure what went bump in the night.
The hole for the smoke from the fire was covered up, which was just as well since we didn’t want the coffee underneath it diluted. We had a special photographer sitting on a chair outside on most days, waiting to do ‘arty’ photos. Very impressed with his large yellow suitcase, full of ‘stuff’.
Prince Albert was kind to the birds and let them rest for a while before shaking them off. The bookshop had a cauldron – picture of – which I’m sure was in my honour.
Never caught the amazing wellies in any photos, but Malorie Blackman’s Converses were pretty interesting. Also missed, but only just, taking the picture of the small boy who stomped forcefully in a major puddle, wearing colourful wellies and lovely Fireman Sam style waterproofs until some adult demanded he get out of the water. Pah. Adults.
Daughter and witch would never have got to do so much during their week at Charlotte Square had it not been for the resourcefulness of Sara Grady, who looks after children’s books/events in the festival. Sara’s skilful siphoning off of tickets was extremely helpful.
The Press Pod was ruled over by General Sutton, who’s only a little bit scary, and very kind, all at the same time.
Thank you!
Plenty of part time sun. Oh, that sounds exactly like some place I visited recently. Where was it now?
Thank you for your very witchy view on the world around you.
As someone said; it’s a book festival taking place on a roundabout in the middle of all the traffic in Edinburgh. Weird, when you think about it.
I’ve really enjoyed reading about your Edinburgh experiences (and the photos are absolutely wonderful!) I was there for the first time this year and loved it – great atmosphere, lovely people, everything running smoothly. Shame I didn’t get to meet you as I love the blog. Another time, maybe…
Ah, well, Sue. Look out for the Bookwitch bag (not me!) when you go places. We labelled ourselves a little, in the hopes of stirring up more interest.