Day 14 - sighs & pies.
Got to bed at 4am on Thursday morning, urg. Loads of places open late, but not everywhere. The royal mile after midnight has been almost dead, the exact opposite of the heaving noise and colour kaleidoscope it is during the day. Walking down the cobbled steets you can almost feel the stones unwinding, a spent atmoshpere as the whole street relaxes with a heavy sigh, getting it’s rest until the next days explosion of paper weilding bodies.
The show has settled into a steady rythum, but still just everyday can be better than the last. Went with wor lass to the ‘piemaker’ shop this morning and spent £13.40 on pies. Thats a lot of pies.