Fringe

Went to Edinburgh for the day, really to go to the book festival but then to get the atmosphere. Not impressed £10 minimum to hear a writer. Where did the free sharing of writing go? Then we wandered along the High Street to view the theatre, mobbed and honestly not great. We dragged our jaded and saddened selves into the Tron Church to listen to some pretty good music and marvel at what a fab building has been sitting mouldering for so long. Highlight was a little milk bar at the corner of the Grassmarket where a young witch conjures up the most amazing gelato ice cream. Chocolate fab, banana and peanut was amazing. Heaven!