Last weekend was a great example of why I love living in Edinburgh. I chose to give the Edinburgh Rugby 7s a miss and spent Saturday afternoon lounging in the glorious sunshine with a couple of litres of water on the Meadows while my hangover subsided. All was very peaceful until I was rudely interrupted by some continental bongo-playing hippie who chose to take up position directly behind me and knock out some sounds. Eventually he took a break and I met some friends to head on down to the Grassmarket to watch some of the racing at the first event of the 2009 Nocturne series and then we planned to go onwards to Holyrood for a friends birthday barbecue.
We stayed around for the first bike race as even on a small course it was kind of hard to follow what was going on but there were a fair few distractions. For example, Marshalls were giving away pasta pots probably a good thing as I don’t think many people would have paid for them after the first customers tried them.
Far nicer food by far was to be found down in Inverleith park for the Taste of Edinburgh Festival on the Sunday. Demonstrations from Jean-Christophe Novelli, a welcome cocktail from Courvoisier and amazingly good food like Malmaisons burgers (at least judging by the queues being pescetarian I was enjoying the salmon fishcakes from Tigerlily) and Bordeaux wine tasting (although there were no 2005s!) all made for a fantastic afternoon.
Certainly far more relaxing and indulgent than, say, running the Edinburgh Marathon in 22° heat like roughly 13,000 people attempted. I like to think that I made a wise judgement call this time.