A window on the landing of a stairwell on the south side of Edinburgh’s East Claremont Street would be the best vantage point for the message in the lawn of the Claremont Crescent garden.

I crossed the road, pushed open one of the doors on the first East Claremont Street building that I came to, then walked through the narrow hall to the stone staircase at the back. My companions were keen to climb up the stairs but I had no option but to bottle out.

I was completely overcome with claustrophobia and couldn’t take a single step further. I’d just have to go back across the road and try and make out the message in the grass from close up.