We’ve had a marvellous summer. Yes, coping with the very hot weather was a bit of a challenge. But that in no way diminished our enjoyment of all the riches and treasures on offer in Edinburgh during the main festival month of August. There’s no better place to be.
Now that we are settling into the season of mellow fruitfulness (my favourite time of year), I have had a chance to reflect on some recent highlights.
Spending time with family and friends is always one of the best aspects of our summers. This year we kicked things off with a visit from my sister and her ‘kids’ – fast growing of course. In fact, we were engaged in belated 18th birthday celebrations with Mitchel. And who can resist a bit of girly madness….
We also enjoyed catching up with London-based friends who are now hardened Fringe regulars, seeing plenty of shows and sharing some great meals together.
From the thousands of Fringe shows on offer, we always try to take in a wide range of offerings. My favourites this year included Giles Brandreth, whose meander through memories about meetings with bygone stars of stage and screen was touching, charming and very funny. And I adored the performance by Norwegian poet Fredrik Høyer, whose show ‘What I Talk About When I Talk About Running’ was a beautiful, funny story about life, marathon, ultra-runners and the rom-com film The Holiday. All whilst running for his life on a treadmill! It was the epitome of the spirit of the festival.
Interspersed with Fringe shows were regular trips to the Edinburgh International Book Festival, where I saw talks about art, the environment, the power of of the novel to heal and so much more. Added to this were the wonderful art exhibitions in town this year. What an incredible mix of inspiration, learning and entertainment. And what lovely memories to store in the archives.
I have some physical mementos too, in the form of this glorious pile of books. I try hard these day to avoid adding physical books to my already-too-large library. But in relation to these volumes, resistance was futile. I’ll talk more about why in part two of this mini-series. 🙂