Right on queue
Having paid £7 for the privilege of parking my car in a field with no segregation of pedestrians and vehicles (and my partner, who is eight month pregnant, almost getting run over) we joined what would be the first of many queues.
This first queue was the pre-queue for the queue for the ticket booth. More than an hour later we were inside the event.
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Hide AdOnce inside we immediately queued (obviously) for the main event – the “brutally realistic” battle re-enactment. Sitting on the grass we were presented with a show that was clearly ill-prepared and under-rehearsed.
Many cues were missed. Robert the Bruce left his microphone on we heard him backstage looking for his car keys, as well as hearing several “f” word expletives over the loudspeakers. Great for the kids, eh?
No apologies from the nervous and bumbling narrator who kept saying: “We’ll get it right by act three, folks!”
After this debacle we went for a quick bite. Cue an incredible (and surely record-breaking) two-and-a-half-hour wait.
After being soaked (no cover provided to deal with the predictably poor weather) and having eaten our sodden hand-made pasta we (of course) queued to exit this disastrous event along with a hoard of others.
Utterly pathetic.
Craig Douglas
Easter Langside Crescent
Edinburgh