With Allan Crow
Week one was spent walking the coastal path for Bob’s Walk which was just wonderful. Weeks two and three were meant to be reserved for the Festival - a fortnight of live shows, good food, beer and mooching around the capital.
In truth I managed a day and a bit of culture.
The other 13 days consisted of long lies which would put a teenager to shame!
Great show: I caught the Fife based show Sinatra: The Final Curtain at the festival - superb!
Written by our own John Murray, it enjoyed full houses most nights and a raft of very positive reviews.
It was one of the few shows which could easily have moved into a bigger venue to accommodate the demand for tickets. It’d be great to see it staged in Kirkcaldy.
Last leg: I completed another section of the coastal path on Saturday - and I’m still suffering.
I caught a bus to Kincardine and decided to start tackling the western part. Ended up doing it on a oner ...
Bridge to bridge, it was around 17 miles, and, once again, I got the best weather imaginable. Not a single drop of rain!
The sections which take you away from the main road and into the countryside are fabulous. I literally was on my own - didn’t meet a single soul for long stretches.
And I now appreciate just how big the dockyard is after circumnavigating them for what felt like an hour or two!
I just need to do Wormit to Newburgh and then the path is complete which, for someone who hadn’t walked a mile less than three months ago, is a pretty nifty achievement.
And this former sloth finds himself also toying with a jaunt up the Lomonds!