In our sleep we dream, trying to escape, but every day we must wake to overcome anew - to take up our quest.
Theatre at the <a href="/events/edinburghfringe">Edinburgh Fringe</a> and <a href="/events/eif">Edinburgh International Festival</a>.
When it’s the centre of your universe, doubting the existence of extra-terrestrial life can never be a good thing.
“If there’s one thing I am good at its running away”, pants young Arthur Robinson as he sprints off with a stolen loaf of bread.
“Local man found dead in the town of Danderhall”. They are in the news regularly these days, not their faces of course, but the exploits of the Edinburgh Vigilantes.
In a sandbagged, water-filled and rat infested First World War trench three soldiers wait for the moment when they go over the top.
Stretching out in front of a parka clad and beanie hatted figure is a table-top wintry landscape, dotted with pine trees and little settlements of houses, lights glowing warmly.
Yasmin is a smart cookie and has always had a way with words. She is also an angry young woman.
Making their home in the Army Base in conjunction with Army@TheFringe, British/Icelandic theatre company Rokkur Friggjar return to the fringe with a new play set in World War II.
It’s 1937, a time when it was still possible to fall off the radar and simply disappear.
Not so long ago, in the not so distant City of London it was the dawn of an age of prosperity; battles were won over never ending riches – but in times of crisis people search for meaning.