Jack

Edinburgh in the sunshine is bloody cracking. I've been here for a little more than a year now and it's really starting to feel like home. I know the streets without asking for directions -- well, most of them -- and I've got muscles in my calves I never had before because the whole place seems to be built on one huge sodding mountain. When I first arrived I found the looming granite buildings austere, but perhaps it was more a reflection of my state of mind than the gothic architecture. I see the city now for what it is: vibrant, buzzing, welcoming. I'm still not keen on bagpipes though.

'Got you one in, Jack.' Lorne, my huge, bearded producer spots me and raises a pint glass towards me across the beer garden. We're having our team meeting in the pub, because that's the way we roll.

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