Where's Robbie?

After an enjoyable phone and photo chat with Dad in the morning, I spent a couple of hours wandering up and down the high street (with a behatted bloke), soaking up the pre-festival buzz. Despite taking a fair amount of shot, I didn't really get any I was happy with.

A brief coffee stop with Andy provided a pleasantly insightful hour in the observation of his applying of affection and problem solving with his cute wee baby, after which I briskly jaunted up Arthur's Seat upon seeing the nice pinky colour the sky was beginning to turn just after half eight.

Where is he?