Other women have told me that they don’t like match day, they take themselves off for the afternoon or evening, or they adjourn to the back to the flat to block it all out. I like it; I find the unruliness enlivening rather than unsettling. Before I look out the window, I can feel the … Continue reading Match Day
Category: Leith
Night Running
Wrap your hand around the pen, put your pen on the paper, begin to make marks on the page, and keep on going. Lace up your trainers, walk out the door, put one foot in front of the other, and keep moving. One helps me figure; the other helps my figure. Suffice to say that … Continue reading Night Running
Persevere
I live on the boundary of Leith, Edinburgh’s docks. Technically, I’m in Edinburgh, but, coming as I do from the seaside, I reckon that temperamentally I’m a bit more of a Leither. Leith has its own coat of arms, prevalent on some of the old lampposts down by the docks. It depicts an ancient two-masted … Continue reading Persevere