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A peek outside and in


This morning I woke to a rainbow pillar, stunning, and it turned out, a warning that gray clouds heavy with rain were headed our way. No matter, after a couple of hours at the desk trying to unscramble copious notes and plotlines, I managed to get outside and stretch my legs and take these photos, especially so I could give you a better idea of the Moniack Mhor Centre.

The inside is pleasant as well — a large farm-style kitchen, everything labeled and organized (I cooked with my team the first night, so am off the hook for the rest of the week).

Breakfast is on your own, lunch prepared, and dinner is a shared affair. I’ve been getting in walks, as well as writing. These flowers I found in an obliging field.


Dawn in Edinburgh

imageMy first trip ever to Scotland! Morning dawns, and I’m psyched. We’re staying on the Royal Mile, a tourist mecca that I’m told extends in some places four-five stories under the ground.

Driving into town last night on the left(!) side of the road, the map was not clear about the three dimensions of the streets, a logic puzzle made of stone. It took us about five, random, winding times down Cowgate to assemble in our minds how our hotel was actually located on the bridge above us, up over our heads.

imageAfter 26 hours of planes, trains, buses and automobiles, here we are!