Growing up, there was a burn that ran through our garden. It came through the park, under the road, then skirted a wall that ran the length of our property. This wall got shorter towards the foot of the garden until it levelled out at a stone patio. The day we moved in, my dad … Continue reading Caps

Commuter Community

Front carriage, 7.15am. So quiet before the rush. When we arrive at Edinburgh Waverley I’ll be the first one off the train and through the gates. So quick before the crush. I take the second seat on the right, next to the window. More leg room than a table seat, but no ‘Priority’ sign for … Continue reading Commuter Community