The hills that form the southern boundary to Edinburgh are called the Pentlands. On Friday they appeared purple and glamorous, wearing a peplum of rolling fog. Travelling in that direction to visit a friend, and eventually gaining enough height to be out of the white gloom, the sky above the mist was a bright crisp blue, streaked with oranges and golds by the low winter sun.
Car journeys are currently accompanied by an audio book of Roald Dahl’s Danny, the Champion of the World. I can picture Danny and his Dad waking up in their brightly coloured caravan and opening up the filling station on just such a morning. It’s a perfect autumn story. Although, I have to resist the temptation to listen on when Little Owl is not in the car or she tells me off.
