Edinburgh Trams suspended in 'power outage on route' as passengers warned
Edinburgh passengers have been warned after tram services were pulled.
A power outage on the route saw Edinburgh Trams apologise for 'the inconvenience'. This comes as thousands flock to the city with the Fringe in full swing, and Oasis preparing to take to the stage at Murrayfield for a third night on Tuesday.
Services are said to be pulled 'until further notice' after the announcement just after 10.30am.
Posting to X, Lothian Trams said: "Due to a power outage on our tram route, tram service will be suspended until further notice.
"Ticket acceptance will be in place with Lothian Buses between the Airport to Newhaven. Sorry for the inconvenience."
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This comes after extra services were in place on Friday and Saturday for the Oasis gigs. Lothian Trams had said over the weekend: "We've got extra trams rolling out — definitely maybe the best thing you'll see today."
Lothian Buses also reported issues on Monday morning. Their services were being diverted from part of Princes Street and Shandwick Place.
They said on their site: "Due to a road closure buses are unable to serve part of Princes Street and are instead diverted via Frederick Street, Queen Street Charlotte Square and Hope Street westbound only until further notice."
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