Only a couple of weeks or so after our last trip north Heather and I found ourselves heading that direction again. This time, however, we went further, to a different country even. For we returned to where we began—the Scottish capital of Edinburgh.
The problem with having too much fun in the summer is that it takes ages to catch up here. So it is that I’m only now writing about things that took place back in , in what could be a different world now the colder weather is beginning to set in. Anyway, in those heady days of (at least potential) warmth there was a Great Exhibition of the North centred on Newcastle; so we went to see it.
You’re another year not older today. Another year with no way to clink a glass with you, down a drink in celebration. Another year of missing this day; of missing you. Happy birthday pixie, whatever that means now x