
Here is a photograph of me building the sandcastle that me and Laura built. Laura is supervising my progress, it seems.

Me and Laura bought Transformers today; I got this one...
Laura has gone home now, and I won't see her until October, which is very sad.
I don't really have anything else to say at the moment.
Went to the beach today. Walked about and ate sandwiches with sand in them and me and Laura built a sandcastle, which turned into more of a walled sand town with a castle in the middle. It also included two inns, some peasant houses, the nobles' houses, a barracks, a stables, a courtyard and a church, but no brewery.
I am still unable to put photos on my blogger at the moment, but photos of the castle do exist, adn I will upload as soon as I can for you all to marvel at them.
More revelry today, in the form of free comedy, which we only found out was going on on the last day of the festival. Typical...
Still, we had a jolly good time with Pappy's Fun Club, the Comedy Bucket (which mostly consisted of the same people as Pappy's Fun Club) and some guy from New Zealand whose name I don't really want to expend on the energy on finding the leaflet to find out.
Look out for Benny Boot- he's very funny.
Went to see 'The Elephant Tree' today in Princes Street Gardens. It was performed outside under a big tree. It was an enjoyable show, though I'm afraid I did not find it especially captivating and it was unfortunately near the train station. Still, it was free and Laura enjoyed it; plus the father in the story was played by Patrick Niknejad, who played Pete in My Parents Are Aliens- the only good show CITV has had for ages.
Was very warm and sunny today.
Edinburgh's Princes Street West End Craft Fair began today, which meant little else to me and Laura except that we spent the whole day in town and will be doing again for the next six days.
Explored the natural history museum extensively. It is still one of my favourite places in the world, even if they have got rid of the blue whale skeleton. At least the great moa is still there, which I can't put up any pictures of because of this confounded blogger and it's difficulty with uploading lately. Ho hum... For those of you who don't know, the great moa was the largest flightless bird that ever lived, standing up to 3.9 metres tall and weighing up to 500kg. It is now extinct. It looked like a big ostrich.
Looks like it's back up to Orkney once September begins. After a brief stop-off over in York of course...
Ate Haribo today. Kids and grown-ups love it so...
Which is good because I am a grown-up now.
My apple is going mouldy and it tastes like fish.
It is thirty three minutes past seven.
It has come to my attention that more people read this blog than I realised. Comment all you lovely people!
I also feel that at this point I should make it quite clear that the clock on this blog is completely wrong and there seems to be no way of correcting it. I shall explore the settings and see what I can do, but for now rest easy in the assurance that it is twenty-five to six in the evening as I write this post.


A thousand curses on my inability to put photos from Pete's camera onto my blog and my lack of the werewithall to work out how to.
Today me, Laura and Dan from North Wales went on a search for the Ormiston Yew Tree, a yew tree near Ormiston that is recorded as existing in 1476, meaning that it is at least 571 years old, and is almost certainly significantly older. Yew trees are rather impressive looking things at the worst of times, but this particular yew tree is quite something. It has exactly three main trunks and countless other branches and limbs which either spread to the ground and re-grow or grow upwards to form a massive canopy that from the outside just looks like a huge bush with a doorway in it. I fail to do it any kind of justice in my description, but if you ever find yourself in Ormiston you realy should go and see it. It is practically unknown apart from a few East Lothianers and is not signposted at all. The only evidence we could find that it existed was a photograph and some history of the tree on the Ormiston information board.
I have found on the internet two not terribly good pictures of the tree with some rather strange people under it, who seem to be called Annette and John. The site I found them on says that the tree is 1500 years old.
Little else to report, except that the Co-op in Ormiston charges far too much for their sultana slabs.
Peebles for Pleasure.
Sheffield for two weeks.
Orkney for my birthday.
Edinburgh for the festival.
And that's pretty much all there is to say about my summer, except that I am now the proud owner of an original (and signed) Alvin Keech banjulele banjo, and that I got an A in English Lit, a B in Theatre Studies and a C in Art for my A-levels.
Come September I will most probably be living either in Orkney or Cambridge.
More news as it comes.
PS: Everyone should see or at least listen to the Luminescent Orchestrii. They played a couple of gigs in Orkney at the weekend and are currently doing the rounds ofvarious Scottish locations. They may even be appearing at the Fringe. They are a gypsy-tango-klezmer-punk band and are very, very good.