Flamin' late again

It was eerily quiet in the New Town. No one was about and nothing was happening. Tumbleweed wouldn't have looked out of place.

We strolled up the Mound just to see if anything was going on, only to find that I hadn't paid enough attention to the torch timings and that the whole shebang was still going on. No space for silence on the Royal Mile; it was hooching. However, there was no sign of the torch, it had been well and truly lit and put away again.

Hmmm. That's two misses in the past five days.