So, that is where he must go!

The runner re-appeared at the end of July. The Olympic year had passed and his body had changed. His legs felt thicker. The village lay quiet in the morning sun. A man was walking his collie dog and a woman was tending her vegetable patch. The loch beyond the village was peaceful too. A yacht with white sails silently tacked down towards Goat Island..
He smiled, and then something caught his eye. Some light, or at least a flicker of some light, out there beyond the peninsula. The runner paused to wonder and, for the first time, he felt a strange new yearning deep within himself.
He tried to translate this new feeling - a sort of dull pain that twisted into a thrill now and then lay heavy in his scarecrow torso. If he had more experience, he might have known exactly what that feeling was but there, that morning, he felt sure that it was a desire to run away  - to join the circus, or the carnival or to star in a musical.
Perhaps what he had heard was true - that there was a great circus in Edinburgh located in the Holyrood area of the capital. So, that is where he must go!