In Scotland, another place is never far away if you need a change from where you are. When we first moved from Deeside and started exploring Edinburgh and surrounds my kids nicknamed East Lothian ‘California’.
East Lothian was how they imagined life on the western US coastline to be – sunshine, beaches, big skies, ice creams and ocean.
I like being close to farmland and watching the seasons dictate different things to people.
So on away days when we need to mix sand and soil with the city, we go to Scottish California.
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When I’m actively writing I immerse myself in whatever art and humanity I can find. I talk lots. I fill up with music to wallop my right hemisphere. Notably, for mid-project fuel, I rarely read.
I do a thing with accents and writing; I unconsciously temporarily meld with whoever’s engaging me. It’s a chameleon-like habit since childhood – we moved a bit and Scots accents vary a lot. Maybe I’ll develop immunity as my writing voice gets clearer?
For now, I remain, the worst read and most accidentally ambiguously accented writer in Scotland.
This week’s photographs were taken in and around the beautiful garden at Oxgangs Neighbourhood Centre. Curious about #52and40? Read more here.
Autumn has arrived and keeps inviting summer back onto the stage for another bow and enthusiastic applause. My thoughts are turning to putting the garden to bed for winter and revving up for draft 2 of my big writing project; editing workshops await (yay!)
We moseyed with friends in Glasgow at the weekend, lightly hungover and wondering what aliens would make of museums. Subjectivity’s a theme I keep coming back to when considering what’s gross or what’s fascinating, necessary or enlightening.
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my milestone birthday. Nothing to fear here, at forty.
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