Edinburgh, Spring, Paths, and Empathy

I am in Edinburgh for a day more before I retreat back into the north once again. One of the beautiful things about currently living at the top tip of Scotland is that spring is later there – the trees were only just unfurling as I left, just over a week ago, the first crop of fluffy, yellow-gaped sparrowlings only just emerging from beneath the eaves and behind gutters.

Millennium Clock Selfie

Millennium Clock Selfie

Having a late spring is no bad thing when one can always travel south to advance the seasons. Down here in the capital things are further along, summer is a guest rapidly approaching, the sun carrying warmth, battling with the chill wind. Soon she will win and time will move along, in the direction it is most known for. (more…)

Daith Comes In

As I mentioned in my last piece, I spent a couple of days in Auld Reekie on my way back to the far north.

When I arrived there, at something past two on a Tuesday afternoon, carrying a pack weighing seven stone four and rather tired, the lure of the sunny Princes Street gardens was great. I spent some hours simply watching and listening to the tourists, trying to work out their stories, work out who was resident in the city and who was visiting.

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The Cask Child

I was recently in Edinburgh for a brief stop off on my way home to the North of Norths.  My sister (who was also once my editor) lives there so I stayed with her and her lovely friend (who is now also her lovely housemate) in their new abode.  A great time was had by all, especially me.

At one point we started talking about hauntings and ghostly goings on in the city.  The conversation moved and swirled and we ended up with a brief tale of one specific ghost, resident in their home.

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