The return

I’ve just come back, I’ve reconnected, in the proper as well as the figurative sense. I couldn’t write my blog at Kilmartin, and didn’t really want to. I walked through the land, and found the dark stones that sheltered my games as a bairn. After a few hours there I decided to go to Edinburgh. I couldn’t go back to T. straight away. I needed a transition. A breath of the unhealthy, teeming city, with its familiar areas and timeless inhabitants : the square of immutable madness that endlessly recites its prayers for humanity, the esoteristic library in the neighbourhood we lived in, Alasdair and me.