A Man and His Shadow

With the Festival and Fringe literally on our doorstep, there should have been no excuse for struggling to find an interesting blip.
But ennui had overtaken us in the Dower House today and the thought of joining the throng of tourists, and performers offloading handbills was so overwhelmingly repellant, that all I could do was walk round the block and hope that I found something catchy to photograph.

This' Man and His Shadow' looked to me more like Dr Death. He blew me a kiss; I am not superstitious at all.........