Songstress

Out to deliver some shelves and do a shop, before getting home in time to… go out again. To see the Dead Don’t Die at the Filmhouse: perhaps due to my low expectations I really enjoyed it. I’m not quite sure what it is… spoof or homage but there was more than enough in there for me.
Onward, via a picnic (including a Caramac!) in the Grassmarket to the Milkman in Cockburn St to take part in the Night Walk for Edinburgh. Off you set with your headphones and screen. A really inventive 55 minutes - with some very disorientating sounds indeed. Spoookeee!! Apparently it was commissioned by the Fruitmarket and will become part of the Gallery’s permanent collection to be restaged regularly.  Maybe even affordably!