Blogger Trish Burgess writes for the Free Press
No sooner has the Commonwealth Games finished than the Edinburgh Festival begins.
We’re having a quite a Scotsfest at the moment and I couldn’t be happier.
As you have probably gathered by now, I am married to a Scotsman, but my love of all things Scottish began many years earlier when I took up Highland dancing. I became rather good at it, reaching the dizzy heights of the North of England Beginners Champion in 1973 at the tender age of nine. In the few years that I competed, travelling from Newcastle over the border to Scotland on several occasions, I amassed quite haul of medals; 50 in total. I was quite lethal in the Sword Dance and I was told my Flora Macdonald’s Fancy was a thing of beauty.
Since meeting Dougie, in 1987, I have visited Scotland many times, usually to see his relatives, but often just to have a holiday.
A driving adventure on the west coast, a drizzly stay on Loch Lomond and a surprisingly warm Easter break in Perthshire were all fantastic breaks.
I also recall a fortuitous day trip to the Glasgow Science Centre in 2005 where we happened upon the Commonwealth Games baton on its tour from Manchester to Melbourne.
Rory, aged 11 at the time, was asked if he would like to be photographed with some other children holding the baton and was given a T-shirt as a souvenir.
Of course, Dougie being from Edinburgh, we did tend to favour the capital more than most locations in the country.
Many a day was spent climbing Arthur’s Seat or walking the Royal Mile. Yet, despite this link with the capital, I have never yet made it to the Edinburgh Festival.
The nearest I’ve got to it was an afternoon at the Edinburgh Playhouse to see a production of Starlight Express, made all the more interesting by the presence of a chap signing for the deaf at the side of the stage.
I found his movements mesmerising and since then have been unable to sing along to the chorus of the opening number without making a sweeping arc with my right arm followed by a couple of choochoo motions with both hands.
Easter this year was spent in both Glasgow and Edinburgh, excellent cities for short breaks as there is so much to do and many museums are free.
I can recommend the Burrell Collection in Glasgow and the National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh for great days out.
Hampden Park has been transformed into an athletics stadium for the games but take a tour of its football facilities with one of the knowledgeable guys there and you’ll have a brilliant time, whatever your nationality.
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