Half way round the walk we come across four unattended charge stations and my heart leaps. They’re a five minute drive from our flat. But I’m surprised they’re empty, what with Leith and all its artisan coffee shops. A closer look reveals three things:
- All four are out of service
- All four are ‘Charge Place Scotland’
- All four are also branded ‘BP Pulse’
My Google search reveals three things:
- Charge place Scotland is a BP Pulse partner - I could have been using it all along
- Allegedly charging in Scotland is largely free thanks to the Scottish government
- I am therefore considering moving to Scotland, which I love
Final day in Edinburgh. The car is charged so I default to a traditional driver concern, parking.
I have a straightforward task:
- Find cheap day parking close to Waverley station
- AND a very short walk from our 1245 venue.
After extensive online research, including the discovery of someone's drive on JustPark for £148/day, I opt for:
- An expensive hotel space, next to Haymarket Station
- which is 24 minutes walk from our show, that starts in 24 minutes.
My wife and daughter treat me with sympathetic benevolence. I am grateful, though I realise they've permanently lodged my error in the family anecdote library for instant loan. I have a taste of how I'll be treated 30-40 years from now as a trusting elder who's had the soffits and glazing replaced for the third time in a year at the behest of a charming doorstep consultant.
Rumour has is that JK Rowling once had her soffits replaced while she was writing the final installment of Harry Potter though this has not been confirmed by either Rowling or their agent.
At the end of a final day of Fringe comedy we return to the hotel where we parked. Two receptionists tap away at screens. I pick the one most likely to support my side of the argument regarding cost.
'May I have my car park ticket validated thx'
'Which room '
I could have pretended. Instead,
'No room, I used your wonderful car park. As a non resident. A member of the public. With a car.'
At this he freezes and adopts a thoughtful expression.
His colleague intervenes.
'Its 30 pounds. When did you arrive?'
1215 I reply
'Oh, go on, 10 then but it should be 30.'
'And don't say I said'
I am moving to Scotland.
We drop our daughter at Waverly station and pray to St Stephenson Rocket, the god of rail travel, that she arrives back in London as scheduled within plus or minus 1hr. I mean within plus one hour.
In EV Tales #9 we start and complete our journey home. How many charges does it take to get an Corsa E from Edinburgh to Winchester?
(Rumour has it that JK Rowling is so concerned about the number of 'while JK Rowling was writing...' rumours circulating these days that she's going to change her name to Robert Galbraith. Needless to say neither Rowling nor their agent have confirmed or denied this.)