What a good goodbye.
I met Neill at the Canonmills clock – halfway between his and mine – and we went for a stroll . There was haar creeping along as the evening began and the river had splashes of bright colour where some poppies and a sunflower had found their way to bloom. Then we ate at “Earthy” – definitely recommended. We talked, particularly about Edinburgh and how both history and nature keep slip-sliding in among the urban hustle and bustle (as it does all over the world). After dinner – a longer walk through the old Cemetery and under the road via the disused railway to George V Park. Except it is not called that here – Neill says it is just Scotland Yard. Back to urban bustle and bus-stops which were always just a step away.
I can’t write about the talk. But everyone knows how it feels to be content and listening to ideas flow. Thanks Neill for a good goodbye (for a while). Fare ye well.