Welcome

Welcome, reader.
                           For years I have written of the intrigues of history which bleed through the Gothic fabric of my native, beloved Edinburgh; for years her streets and her dark closes, her hidden tunnels and catacombs - entire streets, dormant and trapped beneath her modern thoroughfares - have captured my imagination and have held my life in a grip of unrivalled love and affection.
  As a boy, and a scot, my curiosity returned an endless wealth of intrigue; layered, one upon the other, and woven intricate through the web of unfathomable time Edinburgh's history, her life story, it ensnared my mind and grew, exponentially, that initial curiosity.
  She crawls with the ghosts of her past, Edinburgh. A bipolar, schizophrenic city whose highest achievements in enlightened philosophy, science, medicine and literature dances a macabre waltz with murder, villainy, witchcraft and mystery.
  She is my home. Her cobbled streets and the green Midlothian upon which she rests, her tail meandering to the South - these are, and have been my whole life, my endless playgrounds.

  I invite you, reader, to take my hand as I reveal her secrets to you.