NO DIRECTION
There I am taking a quiet stroll on Calton Hill one lukewarm spring day, when I am interrupted by some confused-looking tourists.
‘Excuse me,' asks one of the them. 'Where is the Castle?’
I seem to be the go-to person in Edinburgh for directing tourists. Perhaps they think I’m approachable and reliable. Contrary to popular belief, I actually don’t mind being asked for directions. However, terms and conditions do apply: