A flight and some thoughts
Edinburgh seems to be my second home at the moment, with this being my third visit of the year. When I came here back in February, I stepped out of my nan's car onto a pavement dusted with snow, and shuffled around town in a thick winter coat. It was an action-packed week: I climbed to the top of Arthur's Seat; wandered through the botanic garden's glasshouses with friends; toured the RBS building; explored a secret garden and the hidden gem that is Dean Village; admired art in galleries; and went to see some of the new exhibits in the National Museum. Unfortunately I had to spend most of my time here in April studying, but I did manage to get out for a day to enjoy the Science Festival and a very interesting lecture about animal behaviour. Good memories are made in Edinburgh.
And that's exactly why I'm so happy to be back for another week. Even on the days where I don't do anything particularly adventurous, it's still lovely to be able to spend time with family I don't get to see very often and enjoy little things like grabbing some lunch in a local café. I can't quite explain the joy that packing a suitcase full of boots and knitwear at the beginning of July gave me, either. It's around 30°C in London at the moment but less than 20°C here; a shock to the system that saw a blanket and hot water bottle share the sofa with me last night as if it were the middle of October.
I'm a little sad about having not packed my camera and paints - I was worried about bringing too much, and my bags being too heavy to heave onto the plane with me. I wrote down some thoughts about returning in my notebook yesterday evening, which I'll type up properly when I get home and share with you. I couldn't help but notice how everything felt so safe and familiar, but that there were, at the same time, countless moments of unexpected joy and brand new adventures lying just around the corner. I think about Edinburgh a lot when I'm at home, so when I finally arrive at my nan's house from the airport I feel like I've entered an old childhood dream; content, and back where I belong.
The back garden plays host to a wealth of wildlife, including a family of foxes that makes an appearance at the end of each day for food. The two adults arrive with their three-month old litter as soon as they hear my nan's whistle, rushing to the meal that they know will be waiting for them at the foot of the decking. I'm going to try and film them over the course of the week and edit together a little video, as long as my phone doesn't get mistaken for a tasty morsel and carried off into the undergrowth...
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely day!
I'm a little sad about having not packed my camera and paints - I was worried about bringing too much, and my bags being too heavy to heave onto the plane with me. I wrote down some thoughts about returning in my notebook yesterday evening, which I'll type up properly when I get home and share with you. I couldn't help but notice how everything felt so safe and familiar, but that there were, at the same time, countless moments of unexpected joy and brand new adventures lying just around the corner. I think about Edinburgh a lot when I'm at home, so when I finally arrive at my nan's house from the airport I feel like I've entered an old childhood dream; content, and back where I belong.
The back garden plays host to a wealth of wildlife, including a family of foxes that makes an appearance at the end of each day for food. The two adults arrive with their three-month old litter as soon as they hear my nan's whistle, rushing to the meal that they know will be waiting for them at the foot of the decking. I'm going to try and film them over the course of the week and edit together a little video, as long as my phone doesn't get mistaken for a tasty morsel and carried off into the undergrowth...
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| A photograph of one of the cubs, taken by my aunt a couple of weeks ago. You can see more of her work here. |
Until then, I hope you all have a lovely day!
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