Spiegeltent....

.... on George Street. We stopped birthday shopping briefly to soak up some of the Fringe atmosphere and and rehydrate.

Later, we joined many family members in celebration of Craig's 40th birthday at The Paper Mill, Lasswade. Great chat, beer and not bad chow.

We travelled home on the 31 service, alighting on North Bridge, whereupon Owen declared he was still feeling a bit crook. We made it to the Wellington Statue on Princes Street before he turned to the gutter and was noisily and spectacularly sick. Some tourists looked on with concern, perhaps thinking what slack parents we were allowing our 12 year old out until midnight and permitting him to get so drunk he threw up.

Better news, the cat turned-up but with skint or burnt paws???