Dancing round a chain saw

Floral Mile

The contrast between old and new, sedate and quirky, mellow and brash, strikes me this warm summer day, the last day of August and the last day of Edinburgh’s summer festivals. This evening a firework display from the castle and its environs will burst, exuberant with stars and waterfalls of colour, into the night sky, lighting up in a rainbow of sequinned colours the craggy bastion of rock with the castle perched on top like a hat from a costume drama.

Below, in Princes Street and its gardens, visitors will gather to oooh and aaah at the spectacle. But this afternoon we are in the heart of the old town on the Royal Mile that slopes from the castle down to the Palace of Holyrood House, and to the modern structure, likened to a series of upturned boats, that is the new Scottish Parliament.

Taking in the sights

Crowds enjoying sun and fun.

A large section of the street is closed to traffic, and here visitors swarm to view the shops, pore over the offerings in the myriad stalls, and linger watching the street entertainers. Eyes lift upwards, cameras follow, to photograph the buildings, the old closes, the more recent Georgian facades with their porticos and fancy fanlight windows above stout oak doors. And as eyes and cameras swivel to look down the Royal Mile they pick out in the distance the flash of blue-grey sea that is the Firth of Forth.

Unbored at the Fringe

Entertainment for everyone.

This is the beating heart of Edinburgh. Within a stone’s throw of the parliament are the law courts (behind the Georgian frontage of the Supreme Courts remains Parliament Hall, the Scandinavian oak hammer-beamed ceilinged hall of the original, pre-1707 Scottish parliament), the buildings housing the authorities that run the city and the wider region, the buildings of the Signet Library and the Advocates Library (adjacent to the National Library of Scotland), and St Giles Cathedral, the oldest part of which dates from the twelfth century.

Blowing in the wind

Visitors like to see a piper.

Here too is the Mercat Cross, though of Victorian structure it marks the place where proclamations were, and still are, read out. And nearby three brass plates at the edge of the pavement indicate the site of the gallows in 1864 for the last public execution in Edinburgh.

Window and relocation

Shop window reflecting its surroundings.

On one side of the road you will find the famous Deacon Brodies Tavern, a reminder of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. On the other side, a new hotel has taken over from a bland sixties corporate building, built in a vaguely modern traditional style. And to be found in abundance are shops selling tartan and cashmere, kilts and scarves and hats, jackets and bags, T-shirts with Scottish and celtic emblems, Scottish rugby tops, quality goods and the occasional tat.

Rings and things

Stall selling celtic style jewellery.

Lining the street are pubs and restaurants selling food from around the world as well as those specialising in world-renowned Scottish produce, whisky and tablet. It’s the variation that provides interest and excitement, added to by the stalls selling colourful hats, clothes from who-knows-where and jewellery in silver, beads, braids, stones, and glass. Artists abound, selling small paintings or prints, as well as those intrepid creatives who, with a flick of wrist and brush or pen, will capture you, or produce a caricature of your husband or partner.

Bird of prey

Not everything could be bought, but some things could be experienced.

Street performers

Entertainment abounds

Drawing in the crowds

Caricature anyone?

My ears pick up a sound, music, sentimental like an air from a Victorian music hall. Perched on a stool, by the plinth of a monument to Adam Smith, is a man playing a saw, at his side a line of rusty ones, their jagged teeth planed smooth.

Toothless tune

Saw player – the sound reminiscent of some sugar sweet Victorian melody.

The sweet voice of a young woman straggles through the crowd. With long fair hair, she looks very young and her guitar seems to dwarf her, but she has obviously done such gigs numerous times and barely misses word or beat as she thanks those who throw coins into her case.

Queue here for haunting

Plenty haunted tours for the adventurous through historic dark closes and passageways of the old town.

What's he doing?

Dancing round a chain saw

A large crowd has gathered in the centre of the road and a voice can be heard urging people to raise their arms, clap hands above heads. In an opening created by a movement of watchers I click my camera. A man appears to be dancing around a chain saw. Later I stop again by the crowd. The photo I take is of the same man stripped to the waist standing on a platform. What attracted the crowd and kept them riveted I have no idea. But this is Edinburgh, the festival, the Fringe, and anything goes.

Mad hatter

Royal garden party here I come.



About jingsandthings

I am me. What do I like? Colour Shapes Textures Paintings, photographs, sculptures, woven tapestries, wonderful materials. The love of materials probably comes from my father who was a textile buyer, and I grew up hearing the names of mills and manufacturers which sounded magical and enticing. Glass in all its soft and vibrant colours and flowing shapes, even sixties glass which makes its own proud statement. A book I can immerse myself in. Meals with family or friends with lots of chat and laughter (and probably a bottle or two of wine). The occasional trip abroad to experience the sights, sounds, food, conversation, quality of light and warmth of other countries. To revel in differences and be amazed by similarities. I like to create and to experience, to try and to achieve. And then there are words – read, heard, written at my keyboard, or scrawled on sticky notes, or along the edges of dog-eared supermarket receipts excavated from the unexplored nooks of my handbag. What do I dislike? Cold Snow Bad design Fast food Condescension
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9 Responses to Dancing round a chain saw

  1. bebs1 says:

    Wow, I would have enjoyed the walk with you, so many interesting things going on.

    • Festival time in Edinburgh is always a feast for the senses. But I also like it in winter, when it’s quieter, and you can almost hear the clip clop of horses hooves and the wheels of handsome cabs sparking off the cobbles. Or the cries of women selling oysters and the rolling barrels of claret being delivered to cellars.

  2. Looks like quite an eclectic and fun event, Dorothy. Those fuchsia petunias(?) overflowing out of the window-boxes are a splendid way to commemorate the last days of summer and your anecdotes also remind me that I must return to Edinburgh – there is much more to be explored!

    • September this year has been a beautifully warm, mostly dry month, so old Edinburgh revelled in it. I must admit to a partiality for the city, having stayed there at times. I’ve always loved its compact nature, the centre with its old town, and the new town which is Georgian. And somehow the innate staidness of the city contrasts beautifully with the exuberance of the Fringe.

      It reminds me of a lovely story I read of the author Robert Louis Stevenson’s mother, a typical upper middle class Edinburgh lady, who travelled the South Seas to be with her beloved son and his wife. And on one occasion, dressed like a grand ship in her silks and lace, walked on a tropical beach, chatting, without showing any discomfort, to a man who wore only a handkerchief.Things of real worth, whether cities or people, have a way of adapting themselves to circumstances.

  3. Walter says:

    It is a good post. I was also reading and watching imaginary walk through the festival. Good description and interesting photos. The image of the bird perched on the glove is my favorite.

    • You never know! Edinburgh at festival time always has a wonderful cosmopolitan buzz about it. This year it was even better as we had such warm, sunny weather, so essential for anything held outdoors. Makes for better photographs, too.

      • mybrightlife says:

        We do love a festival, us three girls. And yours is the Mother of all…so it is on the Bucket List. Glad you got to enjoy it along with the weather.

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