My daughter tells me she learned at school there hasn’t been a May as dry as this in Scotland since before I was born in 1976.
It seems we picked a lucky time for digging a new border in the garden and moving plants around to fill it up. It’s become habit, to go out between writing and running about and be amongst plants growing right before my eyes, echoing the kids growing and changing too. This time of the teenager seems the busiest of family life yet – and possibly the most rewarding.
Want to know how #52and40 began? Come this way.
Late on Saturday afternoon a golden evening rocked up. The kids were elsewhere so a chance to venture out was suddenly there. We decided not to care about what we were wearing and hopped on the bus into town.
Later, on the bus home, just two stops along Princes St, the night was still young and warm enough to walk in. It was buoyant and busy, too.
So we jumped off again, watched and wandered.
That’s the thing about a city; it becomes your well shod backdrop and your rechargeable entertainment.