A floating purple barge was the last thing I would ever have thought to see in Edinburgh suburbia yet from our little upstairs window there it is, in all it’s pale violet glory. Our planned route to Edinburgh’s two modern art galleries takes us alongside the Union Canal which was initially opened in 1822 and…
Timing is both the gift of the lucky and the demise of those less fortunate. Time injects meaning into geo-spatial location. An infinitude of moments. Scoop and carry them as memory pearled, or crush them ‘neath careless meandering heels depositing the shifting sands of our past. Perhaps the secret to happiness lies in knowing which…
Making an early start after Paul and Mavis wish us well and Pam gives Martin one last cuddle we leave the rural comfort of Deri Fawr for the final time. Two and a half hours driving, an hour or so sitting around in Manchester station waiting for a train then three and a half hours…
