These are some old photos, from about this time last year. All of what lies around this city is a bit of a fairy tale: stone circles, cold mountain streams, crooked and mossy woods, endless sandscapes by the shore, bog-topped mountains, and an unreal amount of turreted pink castles.
There are so many nooks and crannies that need to be visited. Someone will mention a great crater where thousands of sea birds come to nest in the spring or a mountain top where they experienced glory or a brocken spectre and somewhere inside me a slow, nagging yearning will start.
Luckily we recently got hold of some old bicycles. There is a lovely organization in Aberdeen that gives people bikes for free. Sometimes they are rusty and old and broken, but then they have tools and people with bike repair knowledge who can teach you to fix bikes yourself with the spare parts that are laying around in their work space.
I found an old green mountain bike with no pedals and no brakes, but with some help I managed to get it fixed up to the point where, while it could still use some new brake pads, it was good enough to drive home on. I have an immense appreciation and respect for this entirely volunteer-run and absolutely wonderful group. I wish every town had something like this!
So now the countryside is drawing nearer... it is as though our legs have grown three times as long.
Meanwhile, this apartment has found three different ways to leak water: missing roof slate, broken hot water tank in the attic, and a slow gush from the washing machine which has apparently gone on long enough to have rotted the floor boards. So, we have been a little bit tied down as of late, with everything pulled out of place and not too much getting done.
I suppose that's why I've posted a dream of an afternoon escape in here today.