Ramblings on 20years of Edinburgh Fringe
<p>20 years ago, a friend I didn't really know that well organised for four of us to go to Edinburgh Fringe for a long bank holiday weekend.</p>
<p>Cripplingly shy in drama at school, and not really having been to the theatre or festivals before, I just tagged along.</p>
<p>I seemed to think that I already liked Edinburgh. My dad took me on a day trip when I was little: early start, drive to York, train to Edinburgh. A day trip - flasks and sandwiches wrapped in foil - but he still got me to send a postcard to my mum.</p>
<p>Back again at 20 I loved the layers of the city (not a metaphor, but Cowgate), the old tenement blocks and churches, and every nook and cranny turned into a venue. The city, a mountain, the sea. All of it beautiful come rain or shine.</p>
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