I headed over to Edinburgh earlier this week for a family night out at the Christmas festival in Princes Street gardens.
It’s billed as a truly magical experience and, for a five-year-old mesmerised by the lights and eagerly looking forward to Santa’s arrival, it certainly was.
But for his parents it proved rather expensive.
On the way to the event I stopped off at a cash machine and withdrew £30, which I believed would cover everything we wanted to do.
However, within a few minutes of arriving my funds were severely depleted having shelled out £14 for Calum and I to take a trip on the big wheel. Three revolutions later were were delivered back to earth and I was seriously contemplating a return trip to the bank.
Luckily my mum shelled out for the burgers (£4 plus an extra 50p for onions) before we headed to Santa’s train.
At another £4 a pop, it was only Calum and his mum who circled the park.
The others momentarily thought about tackling the Christmas tree maze but decided instead to wait – and shiver – rather than part with yet another £4 each.
Magical? Yes, but in these tough times only for the privileged few ...