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Edinburgh Reminiscing – A Farewell to the City of Wonder

Chimneyscape

Portabello Beach

Blue skies like sunrise

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I’m sad to say it’s December tomorrow – and not just because I dread the festive season.  Although the winter solstice is still weeks away the end of November feels like the end of autumn to me, and if my blog has caught your eye for even just a second you’ll know I’ve been diving head first into it this year.  The fading sun will retreat further and soon we’ll have snow underfoot, not to mention sludge, muddy puddles and frozen toes.  However, I’m hoping a new page will turn with the season and I plan to stay positive through the cold days ahead.  For now this is the end of my autumn  ramblings, I’m ready to bid farewell to a dear friend for another year.  Let’s raise a toast – as long as it’s not eggnog

Magic Carpet

The Gardens // The Castle

The Hill by the Mile

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Another rainy day in Edinburgh, after a working week of glorious Indian Summer. But as October opens up to us let’s not forgot the fading light of summer days.

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The smell of autumn is winding through my open window.  It’s a Lapsang Souchong of an evening, smokey air carrying damp wood, bonfires and an icy crispness.  Summer was short lived this year as everyone keeps saying.  Not two weeks of tee-shirt-hot days from May through to August and a very rainy fringe festival.  Edinburgh shines through the rain though, just as the fairy lights will shine through Princes Street Gardens at the next change of season.  It’s been one of those days where the clouds shift the light around continuously casting shadows over the streets.  Sudden rain showers keep bursting through the cloud canvas and drenching the city.  I took a walk  and as I turned the corner onto the Royal Mile the sky ripped open and everyone ran for cover, like Moses parting the red sea the street was abandoned within seconds (an innate skill learned from our ancestors to survive the ever erratic climate, the scamper instinct) and I kept on walking and savoured the abandoned street.  Looking at Edinburgh through the misty rain,  you can disappear to Sylvain Chomet’s world of The Illusionist, where each street glows with a nostalgia still to be tapped in to, a mysterious, unfolding and defiantly beautiful city.

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