It’s a beautiful piece. You get a scone and jam and mug of tea when you arrive, then a great show. And just sitting in the allotments (a short walk out of town near Inverleith) is a wonderful break from the ticket stubs and plastic pints of the fringe.
On the way back, we walked past some swans.
A friend of mine, Jamie Douglas used to do this joke:
A male swan can break a female swan’s neck with one blow of his wing.
A female swan can break a male swan’s heart with just a look.
He gave up stand-up. I wish he hadn’t.
We then passed some ducks. They can tuck their heads into their own feathery necks, which would come in handy on the Royal Mile.