"Between the personal and the political is the zone of the hoppity skippity." So it proves for Chris Goode, actor, in this delightful caper about morris dancing, being struck by lightening, acorns and oak trees, chafed private parts, a banjo playing dog and broken hearts. After walking out of an ensemble production directed by a famous Russian who wants to take his actors on a "journey into pain, misery and profound despair", for a £10 bet Goode embarks on his own journey in the footsteps - or rather dancing shoes - of Will Kemp, who, in 1599, morris danced his way from London to Norwich in nine days. In the process, Goode discovers pain, misery and profound despair; but he also discovers himself.
The show is slow to find its rhythm, but patience is rewarded in the blissful final hour, where all the roads and avenues of the script connect up in a satisfying circle. It is like looking at a previously incomprehensible map and suddenly realising that that you can read it and you know exactly where both Goode and you are located. Like all Goode's work this show combines a teasing, butterfly intellect with emotional depth. It may, of course, only be acting, but somehow I don't think so. It's a gift.
· Until August 29. Box office: 0131-556 6550.
