As I’m writing this, it’s the most glorious evening at John Muir Country Park, the kind of evening you dream about all winter. Sunny and warm with sparkling light; an evening where you want to be outdoors. I’m observing this from the car, in the car park, as Richard and I are taking turns for our solo walks. Rather than being out for a few hours, enjoying this weather, we’ll probably have an hour’s walking at most, as there’s only so long that anyone (including the lads) wants to sit in the car – especially when it’s warm. So, clearly not an ideal set up, but, as I mentioned in a previous post, this has turned into my writing time. I’m sitting with the door open, listening to the birds, and there are worse ways to spend an hour on a sunny evening.
And these photos? This was from a solo walk to Fisherrow. One of the things I really miss living where we do now is the lack of views. We moved from a top floor flat in Edinburgh, with incredible views across the city’s rooftops to the Firth of Forth and Fife in the distance, to live at ground level, looking out to our tiny garden and no further. So I appreciate being able to walk here and stand leaning on the harbour wall, gazing out across the water, or, at low tide, simply enjoying the textures and the shifting light.
Fisherrow Harbour, May 2023.