"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
The D stands for departure, but reminds me of the Churchill barriers of Orkney, a tale I had no time to tell in these posts, so rich were these travels, so packed with information, perspective and fun.
The tales will continue when we return home. But for now, the actual, physical part of this trip must come to an end.
We leave for the airport in less than an hour.
(Edinburgh from Arthur's Seat)
Labels: travel
posted by Anne Cassidy at
2:44 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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