The Pentlands, a range of hills to the south-west of Edinburgh, are just about eight miles out. We went up them yesterday for a walk. Or, I might borrow famous Scottish hiker, Nan Shepherd’s better fitting expression: yesterday we went into the hills for a walk. Nan Shepherd’s mountains were further north, and she wrote … Continue reading Pentlands
Happed up - as my dad would have said - with bright red mittens on my hands, a white maple leaf stitched onto each palm, the aran-knit hat pulled down as far as my eyebrows, and low over my ears. Around my neck I had double-looped a scarf, the one that V. gave me, patterned … Continue reading Thin Ice
Did you ever see a pigeon with a stump for a foot? I did. I was sitting in the waiting area of Waverley station, just beside the ticket office, mindlessly watching the departure and arrivals screen refresh every two minutes. A limping pigeon, heroically hobbling around on the ground between travellers’ feet, caught my eye. … Continue reading Birds
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