My Own Private Edinburgh
In a normal year, mid-July would find me busily preparing to leave for Edinburgh.
I’d be readying to get up at 3:15am (8:15am BT) to buy Book Festival tickets as soon as the box office opened, scouring @lyngardner’s Twitter feed for Fringe suggestions and pouring over the International Festival catalogue for opera/theatre/dance …
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