Little Owl and I sauntered home behind a tractor carrying hay bales. We didn’t mind because we could take in the dramatic evening. Wheeling flocks of seagulls, seeking escape from the stormy seas, made black patterns against the gold and pink of the sky. Weight lifts off me in pounds as I drive away from the city and I am almost gleeful as we pass the snow gates. Once I’m on the right side of the snow gates I can really relax, as if I’ve passed inside the harbour wall.
Here is a drawing of the vegetarian cafe Henderson’s. It’s a bit of an Edinburgh institution. At college I am working on an illustrated map and this little sketch will hopefully go in it.