April Showers

Sometimes April doesn’t keep its promise. It reneges.  Burrows back down a hole, pretending it never was.  It had been that way this week, when many of us had to check the calendar, only to utter, ‘Really?  April 4th?  Are we sure about that?’  Character building weather, one might call it, unless one is feeling delicate, … Continue reading April Showers

Cheviots

We walked through hail on the Cheviots, those rolling hills that straddle the border between England and Scotland.  I was on the southern side, in Northumberland, when big, fat balls of hail began to prick my cheeks like tiny needles.  Starting out, it was sunny and cold with no sign of hail as we trudged … Continue reading Cheviots

Lashing, Splashing, Dashing

My visitors are here.  Flew in from Canada early yesterday morning.  Very early for me, as I got to see the lark-side of this city: wide-awake, bustling, industrious.  The sight of if would have made Edinburgh’s enlightened forefathers proud.  “How are you feeling?” I asked between hugs on Waverley Bridge. “Fine!” came the universal response, … Continue reading Lashing, Splashing, Dashing