Travel
Days 20-22 Edinburgh
After a sleep-deprived night on the Caledonian Sleeper, I arrived in Auld Reekie.If you were expecting this account of my Edinburgh jaunt to be filled with snaps of its many and varied photo opportunities, you'd be disappointed. Best to try last year's posts instead....
Day 19 – The Caledonian Sleeper
I didn't want to cramp Eliza's style on her 22nd birthday so I booked a ride on the Caledonian Sleeper for my trip to Edinburgh to see her. I saw it as a little foretaste of my upcoming Canadian train Odyssey (The Gitiad?) which, as I write, is still on. I was so...
Days 9-19 Phone frenzy
So this travelogue has taken an unexpected turn with the death of Brian, my father-in-law and the continuing illness of his wife.This is going to be a decidedly quick and sketchy entry. The details are personal, really, and only of interest to people who knew, know,...
Day 9 – bouleversement
The day started with parkrun and ended in sadness and frustration.I've been conflicted about whether to write about this at all. It's the story of other people and belongs to them, so I must tread very carefully, tiptoeing around. It started with my first parkrun of...
Day 6 – a trip to town
In which I venture into town.So far, I am loving being at home. It's really difficult to explain to people who don't feel such a strong pull but just pottering about, going for a run, hell, even booking a service visit for a disobedient steam oven, these things all...
Day 3 – A merry dance with a priority postbox
"It's part of the whole approach, isn't it? I don't just mean this. I mean the whole of Covid." The Royal Mail Customer Support Officer looked at me with anguish and confusion that matched my own high level of anxiety. Today is my 3rd day here but classified as Day 2,...
Day 2 – Home at last
Aaaand relaxI am sitting in my kitchen singing along with my favourite gentle jazzy tracks, sipping a 2016 Valpolicella as my ragu slowly simmers. Goodness, how long have I been waiting for this? Alone, but that's OK for an INFJ only child like me. Home is, after all,...
A juxtaposition
In grief for the women of Afghanistan tonight. It occurs to me that it's a striking contrast with my preparations this week. The quote is from "A Thousand Splendid Suns" by Khaled Hosseini. It's a harrowing read but an essential one.