To make my way to a funeral service, I took the tree-lined Warriston Path into a sunny St Mark’s Park. My appreciation for and exploration of this place really began during Lockdown, when I had the opportunity to explore the nooks and crannies of the Park as well as learn about how they interweave.
Yet again, with the tourist season ahead of us, the city looks like a slum.
The weeds are just ridiculous, especially in the New Town, as are the potholes.
In the street where I live – Bellevue Crescent – they are positively dangerous. (I should know, having fallen twice into them and injured myself to the extent that I required hospitalisation.)
I have reported both these issues (and graffiti) over 20 times and nothing – precisely NOTHING – gets done about it.
So much for the UNESCO World Heritage New Town. It’s a joke!
Tourism is massively important to this city, yet many tourists I speak to through my work are appalled by the state of the roads and pavements – does nobody care?
Who is accountable?? Why does this go on, year after year?
Can’t we start a campaign to finally get some results?
As you read this, advance copies of the July Spurtle have already alighted on local shelves like fleas bagging sunbeds on a hedgehog on holiday.
Issue 352 begins with plans for more youth in places unaccustomed to it, a flawed urban design where you risk getting flattened, and a patient man for whose strained relationship with India ink we should all be grateful.