Purple Rain

A grown up night at the festival. At the National Museum of Scotland, to be precise. A bit of comedy, some music, the ‘Rip it up’ exhibition about the history of Scottish popular music.

Waiting for the bus we got absolutely soaked. And then the bus went by with ‘not in service’ displayed. More rain. Hypothermia setting in. And then a taxi! Yay. We gave a lift to an American couple waiting at the bus stop, who had been there even longer than us. Hope it stopped raining for the tattoo or they’ll have been thoroughly miserable.