Fudge you, and fudge the horse you rode in on. The 1980s is not ‘vintage’. The 1980s were [checks notes], a fortnight sen.
That said, herewith a so-called vintage guide book to that there Edinburgh Castle. I’m vaguely familiar with it, having grown up 10 minutes walk away, amidst the slums of Fountainbridge, and the smell of the breweries. Heady times.
Used to play there, as a boy. Was free then. Not some money grabbing MickeyMouseation of history.
Anyway. Electronic flipbook thing. You know the drill.



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