It’s tea time and it is late October, I am looking through the pitted glass; it’s pitted with the salt spray that has gusted around on stormy wet winds, winds gusting at about 70 miles per hour today. Memories of a fine pleasant Edinburgh in August this year, seem unreal on this rip roaring weather day; it feels like it was a really long time ago. The Edinburgh Fringe Festival, The International Festival, (main stream theatre) and the Edinburgh International Book Festival, all ‘colluded’ to start simultaneously this year. I thought it was fantastic. Virtually the whole of the city centre and many nearby suburbs buzzed with Festival.
My shoulder and neck ached from carrying my camera, so, there were some days as a festival-goer I gave ‘me’ a rest. A couple of times I saw the most fascinating person, or, action, and I had nothing with which to physically record the moment. You never know what wonders there will be at Festival. It sometimes works in your favour focussing your eyes 100% and chatting with people, like, when I climbed on a bus one afternoon and sitting facing me was the most stunningly made-up young man, who was on his way to perform in a cabaret act. Exquisite feathers of shiny and many coloured hues, for eyelashes, fluttered at me. He had fine very pale pink lips and a white face. All of this theatrical beauty was crowned with dressed fiery curly auburn hair. “You look wonderful“, I found myself blurting out. I know he was surprised, it showed. He was also pleased and he thanked me. I sat next to a woman in the seat in front of him and there began a friendly three-way conversation. The man rifled around in his capacious handbag, also part of the theatrical wardrobe, to find me a card for his fringe venue. Well, you can’t remember every little thing can you. No card I’m afraid, but, I did learn that the eyes transformation took about an hour and a more careful application (!!!) required about two and a half hours.
I wonder what this glorious ‘lady-in-waiting ‘ is loitering for. Maracas perhaps?
The Royal Mile, is about a mile to walk; the top end has the iconic Edinburgh Castle and at the lower end you arrive at Holyrood Palace, where the Queen stays when in Edinburgh. The top end was closed off to through-traffic during Festival. With the good weather most days, snapshot fringe performances took place.
There was all this activity at the top end, near the castle. Manipulating a puppet while playing a violin – what a brilliant act!
The cyclist in the picture above is a mime artist and is not moving.
Here below, onlookers filming and taking photos of the puppeteer and her fiddler
A puppet act with a difference
A quarter of the way down…. this group had a regular longer performance at an indoor venue. Here on The Mile they were providing a taster of their act. They worked their audience well and a good crowd gathered.
And more…. the boards, like the one in this picture to the left of the stage, gives the schedules of free Fringe acts throughout the day at the various similar stage venues here. This is just a wee snapshot of one day at The Festival when I was wandering around exploring what was happening on The Royal Mile. There was a lot more to find in many different places.