HIGH ON A HILL
There is a timeless hush about Edinburgh these days.
Sometimes, it’s like a tonic for the soul. Sometimes, it’s unsettling and peculiar.
Yesterday afternoon, it was simply confusing when the gentle notes of a saxophone seemed to enter Greenside Row from every direction simultaneously.
Spurtle wandered in circles searching for the source, till finally tracking it down to a lone musician high up on the northwest face of Calton Hill.