On our way back to the hostel from scrambled eggs and toast we saw a huge crane beside a big building site (a development of post-graduate student housing for Edinburgh University). The crane and associated road closure was in place to take down a tower crane (that’s the vertical tower with a big balanced cross-piece on the top). I’ve always wanted to see one being taken down (or put up, but that wasn’t on offer this day).
This step took a lot of bashing with big hammers, and (I suspect) lots of swearing. The bashing could be heard on the ground.
At this point I could feel that Steve had seen quite sufficient crane dismantling for probably a lifetime. We went to a museum.