8,100 people all singing acapella underneath an atmospheric, floodlit Edinburgh Castle. The singing continued as it echoed down the Royal Mile as we all slowly proceeded out of the castle, with barely another word said.
“There must be a place under the sun, where hearts of old in glory grow young”
Yes, yes, there must be.
An atmospheric Edinburgh Castle on a summer evening has always been a place I’d love to be at a gig or at the Edinburgh Tattoo. And this year I’m actually getting a chance for the former this Saturday as I head off for a week in the UK (Isle of Skye, Stirling, Edinburgh and London).
This, the last ever Runrig album, has some poignant tracks to evoke happy memories. It speaks of their story and the story of every life. A reminder of Corkonians who often open conversation with “what’s the story, boy?!” What a beautiful question to ask. What’s your story?