What a wonderful city and to make matters better we are here at the start of the Edinburgh Festival. Shall we stay for 1 or 2 days?
Apparently we’re staying just the one day. We managed to get in a preview of a magic/comedy/drama show. It’s lucky we got tickets – lucky for the entertainers as we made up 4 of the 5 members of the audience. It was dark, it was dingey, it was amatuerish, it was Edinburgh personified.
We left at about 5 and we weren’t going to get to our destination at Stoke on Trent till about 11. We called them and they weren’t happy so we decided to stop at Dalston Hall again. Lovely owner who donated £10 for Mark’s fund.
Dalston Hall is a golf club as well as a caravan park and there is a 4’6″ cock outside the clubhouse, a sight to behold. The owner prides himself in his ability to buy hideous bits of “art”, well he’s got my vote.
We’ve had a lovely day but Jake the eldest grandson is having yet another strop and the world is against him. Lesley is just so good with him but I don’t have her patience or share her ideoligy.
Callum is outside the van in a tent on his own as Jake is recovering from a long sulk.