The sun is up on the Steine but I am not.  Moving my feet the soles are full of blisters from the flyering day on New Road.  Early morning dustbin collections and street cleaners are faring better than me and polishing the city up like a new pin so it is bright enough to start again.  Coffee gets me brighter and so I watch from a safe distance the early risers stroll the prom and keen joggers fly by as I plan our last day of the Fringe.