Up at 4.20am... dark...collected Steve, our guide and trusted friend and colleague...drove to Stansted in pouring rain.
We take off into the sky and watch the moon.
Approaching Edinburgh the Forth bridges appear, like toys.....not real. We land. Edinburgh smells good.
Fuel, rubber, perfumes, I'm hit by loads of new versions of smells.
First stop is the Festival Fringe office...fresh paint smell, new carpet, delicious tea...new water..different cows.
Barry and Kevin are warm and helpful. we watch their minds' eyes scan the city for a potential KlangHaus. We leave with lots of leads.
Next stop Craggs Sports Hall... a place we could convert into a KlangHaus.... we disappear off and find the enormous basketball hall. we stand in the darkness and shout and gurgle and sing...it sounds like a giant's cave. Simon with a strong New Zealand accent shows us round. Perhaps we could perform in this cupboard...
It's not right, but it smells good in here. We thank him warmly and leave.
We are starving....next stop is Summerhall and we need to make a good impression. We eat bakery stuff and head to Summerhall cafe. Rupert Thomson the Artistic Director of Summerhall will chat with us but he is busy talking to other folks... We drink coffee.
Rupert joins us and is warm, friendly, interested, we speak with excitement and plonk the Butcher book in his hands and give him 3d viewers to show in seconds how we respond to buildings... He invites us to a tour of Summerhall.
The smells, old university building, autopsy rooms, ancient looking lecture theatres, wooden, curved, with a drain in the middle for bloods.
room after room ...bone library
attic, we need access..lifts or ramps...
There is one place I think you will like....
The Small Animal Hospital...
During the tour which was thorough and extensive, we had been wowed, we exclaimed at details, sinks, gas pipes, in the Small Animal Hospital, I was reduced to yelps of joy, surprise and wonder...
What about access, we need easy access for folks with mobility issues.... what about this lift... a lift leading through a tunnel, which is actually a bridge and looks like something from Doctor Who!!! okay, that will do fine!
Soon we moved on and Rupert had to leave us.. we then went to the cafe ...ate haggis and neeps and tatties.. and met a great resident photographer called Pete and his dog Jack. I was in a whirlwind and in heaven from the tour and having a grand ole sugar hit from my veggie haggis and mashes... a moment to cherish...
Pete took us on more tours, we saw his photography studio and more rooms..Jack the greyhound/lurcher type fellow came with us... you know how sometimes pets know stuff, they look like they can talk but just choose not to, that was Jack.
Finally we had to move on, we explored the immediate area for suitable buildings where we could set a KlangHaus nearby and affiliate to Summerhall, in the event that we couldn't use the Small Animal Hospital. The sun shone and Edinburgh looked magnificent. We found garages and disused houses, made notes... we got our barings...
Approaching Edinburgh the Forth bridges appear, like toys.....not real. We land. Edinburgh smells good.
Fuel, rubber, perfumes, I'm hit by loads of new versions of smells.
First stop is the Festival Fringe office...fresh paint smell, new carpet, delicious tea...new water..different cows.
Barry and Kevin are warm and helpful. we watch their minds' eyes scan the city for a potential KlangHaus. We leave with lots of leads.
Next stop Craggs Sports Hall... a place we could convert into a KlangHaus.... we disappear off and find the enormous basketball hall. we stand in the darkness and shout and gurgle and sing...it sounds like a giant's cave. Simon with a strong New Zealand accent shows us round. Perhaps we could perform in this cupboard...
It's not right, but it smells good in here. We thank him warmly and leave.
We are starving....next stop is Summerhall and we need to make a good impression. We eat bakery stuff and head to Summerhall cafe. Rupert Thomson the Artistic Director of Summerhall will chat with us but he is busy talking to other folks... We drink coffee.
Rupert joins us and is warm, friendly, interested, we speak with excitement and plonk the Butcher book in his hands and give him 3d viewers to show in seconds how we respond to buildings... He invites us to a tour of Summerhall.
The smells, old university building, autopsy rooms, ancient looking lecture theatres, wooden, curved, with a drain in the middle for bloods.
room after room ...bone library
attic, we need access..lifts or ramps...
There is one place I think you will like....
The Small Animal Hospital...
During the tour which was thorough and extensive, we had been wowed, we exclaimed at details, sinks, gas pipes, in the Small Animal Hospital, I was reduced to yelps of joy, surprise and wonder...
What about access, we need easy access for folks with mobility issues.... what about this lift... a lift leading through a tunnel, which is actually a bridge and looks like something from Doctor Who!!! okay, that will do fine!
Soon we moved on and Rupert had to leave us.. we then went to the cafe ...ate haggis and neeps and tatties.. and met a great resident photographer called Pete and his dog Jack. I was in a whirlwind and in heaven from the tour and having a grand ole sugar hit from my veggie haggis and mashes... a moment to cherish...
Pete took us on more tours, we saw his photography studio and more rooms..Jack the greyhound/lurcher type fellow came with us... you know how sometimes pets know stuff, they look like they can talk but just choose not to, that was Jack.
Finally we had to move on, we explored the immediate area for suitable buildings where we could set a KlangHaus nearby and affiliate to Summerhall, in the event that we couldn't use the Small Animal Hospital. The sun shone and Edinburgh looked magnificent. We found garages and disused houses, made notes... we got our barings... 
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