Summerhall View

Where did the day go? There was a visit to maw, who was cheery enough; the sis had been over the day before and reported that she was quite distraught and lost. So after that I was able to step down the road to the main event with a bit of a spring in my step. Five out of five, eh? The old plastic whistle had nary a shot on target - there will be tougher games to come, but at least it looks like we're not out our depth amongst the cream. Ahem.
So, a few beers afterwards and then a bus and walk to Summerhall to see Light Boxes by Grid Iron. As the review said, "there are two obvious ways into this piece of theatre: you could come to it as a fan of Shane Jones’s cult underground novel, or as a fan of Grid Iron, the veterans of immersive theatre in Scotland."
Can I just add, there are (obviously) less err obvious ways into it too. Actually, I liked it a great deal, cos the reviews have been lukewarm. And the music was just wonderful; the set was surrounded by trees and the chairs were placed in a large oval on a bed of woodchips. All quite magical.