Turns out we arrived in Edinburgh at the start of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.
We choose to visit Up side down cow stage first– the Udderbelly.
Oh dear, how do I describe the scene.
It was like every good-looking man had been summons to the Udderbelly. Tall ones, short ones, bald ones, bearded ones. Immaculately dressed, not a hair out-of-place. They smelt of mysterious intrigue and words of Scottish glory came from their mouths.
We drank a cider, ate our burgers and got outta there.
It was intimidating.
The sights there were spectacular, but I knew there was nothing like my man at home who could whip out his power drill and fix any broken thing in sight.
Something I believe these soft handed, suit-wearing gentleman could not!
All the single ladies, yes all the single ladies, put your hands up and head to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.