Edinburgh Festival Fringe Countdown Day 2

Between Saturday the 10^th August and Saturday 17the August I went on holiday to Scotland.  I stayed in a village called Cockburnspath, just outside Dunbar.  I stayed there with some friends who were kind enough to put me up and ferry me in and out of Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival.  Below are the daily journal entries I made while there.

 Saturday 10^th August

They say start as you mean to go on.  What they don’t tell you is that if it starts badly it’s bound to continue along the same path.  Luckily for me only the former is true on this day.

I wake up to find that my mobile, on which my alarm is set, has run out of power.  Annoyingly it was fully charged when I went to bed.  Or so I thought.  I suggest the power was stolen by some power thief who thought just on the day I’m about to go away for a week’s holiday would make it just that little bit difficult. Good job then, I say, he didn’t counter for my own alarm to wake me up before the real one was due.  That showed ‘em!

So, after some time spent running around, pulling my hair out and charging my phone up for as long as I can, I manage to get dressed and order the taxi which will take me to the train station. Albeit five minutes later than originally scheduled.
From the way I've begun to write these entries you’d probably wonder if I’d spent the entire time pulling my hair out and having mini-tantrums. I'm glad to say that was not the case and I will be able to tell you all about my first full week spent taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.  From Richard Herring to Jigsaw and all points in between, I invite you to join me on this excursion of mirth and merriment.
Let’s begin though with a few of the spectacles that caught my eye (as opposed to the ones on my face) in and around the place I stayed.  The first thing to comment on was the power station close to my friends’ house.  It’s not so different a sight if you happen to pass it every time you make a journey to and from Dunbar.  But this power station has something different to reference than anything I've heard of before.  That being the special paint it has been coated with.  It gives you the impression that its not there.  Not invisible as such (it wasn’t contracted to Harry Potter and sons, painters and decorators) but more that it blends in to its environment, like a chameleon.
The second was that of a ‘bridge to nowhere’, as the locals commonly refer to it.  What’s so strange about this bridge is that it’s positioned only about 300 yards from the shoreline of a stretch of sea in Dunbar.  It’s a typically concrete structure, humped like most bridges, with metal railings on either side.  I think id get the hump if I was that isolated!  This picture shows you exactly what I mean.