Two conversations from Edinburgh on Saturday illustrate the passage of time.
First one was on the footbridge over the railway line in Princes Street Gardens in the morning before the rains started. A father and son were watching the trains. “Here’s a really old one, a Sprinter”, said the father as a First Scotrail 158 rumbled out of the Mound tunnel.
Last time I was at that location, those trains weren’t even built, and the 47/7 push-pull sets still operated the internal Scotrail expresses.
Second was a conversation with Jerry Bloom just after Mostly Autumn’s set at Murrayfield. I remarked that I hadn’t got that wet at an outdoor gig since Deep Purple at Knebworth.
That was in 1985. 22 years ago!
Where did all those years go?
