Climbing Arthur's Seat: The Fringe experience
And finally, we’re here. Climbing Arthur’s Seat at 5am and crying out our morning greeting to a sleepy sunrising Edinburgh. Weeks of flyering strangers has alerted me to muscles in my cheeks that I never knew I had and I’ve developed a residual elbow crick from the continual showcasing of said flyers. Sleep deprivation is [...]
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