“I’m going to take a shot and label it One Hour Later,” I joked as I lifted my camera over the chattering, shuffling crowd. I nervously glanced at my friend, an international student studying in Glasgow, to see if my wry humour was helping break up the wait. I knew we’d have to stand around a bit between getting our ticket, then our torch and finding a good spot in the torchlight procession… but I’d imagined an hour of relaxed banter interluded by munching savoury, greasy food in the comfort of a booth in one of the many pubs lining the Royal Mile of Edinburgh. Like last year. As a newly minted veteran I’d felt prepared. But this event was a whole different beast altogether.