Hidden Edinburgh
My blogs
| Introduction | Welcome, reader. For years I have written of the intrigues of history which bleed through the Gothic fabric of my native, beloved Edinburgh; for years her streets and her dark closes, her hidden tunnels and catacombs - entire streets, dormant and trapped beneath her modern thoroughfares - have captured my imagination and have held my life in a grip of unrivalled love and affection. As a boy, and a Scot, my curiosity returned an endless wealth of intrigue; layered, one upon the other, and woven intricate through the web of unfathomable time - Edinburgh's history, her life story: it ensnared my mind and grew, exponentially, that initial curiosity. She crawls with the ghosts of her past, Edinburgh. A bipolar, schizophrenic city whose highest achievements in enlightened philosophy, science, medicine and literature dances a macabre waltz with murder, villainy, witchcraft and mystery. She is my home. Her cobbled streets and the green Midlothian upon which she rests, her tail meandering to the South - these are, and have been my whole life, my endless playgrounds. I invite you, reader, to take my hand as I reveal her secrets to you |
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