Ghost-tours are much advertised in Edinburgh, all those spooky old haunts with the wind whistling through ancient corridors… I had resisted the temptation.

However, just the other day, I was lost in Edinburgh. So I stopped, parked the stroller outside a shop that was being renovated and pulled out my map. I was attempting to find by bearings by turning the map in different directions when I heard a tap on the glass window of the shop. Turning my head to look into the shop I saw a big bloke with a painting drop-sheet over his head.
“Whoooooo whoooooooo” he said, waving his arms within the confines of the sheet. Behind him, a bloke in overalls was doubled-over in giggles. I paused for a moment at the sureality of the scene before bursting into laughter.
I kept walking down the street and chuckling to myself for a good two blocks. Then I realised I was still lost and stopped.

They’ve got a good sense of humour, those Scots.

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