22 October 2017

Moody water


The White House


I stumbled upon this house while wandering through Leith and immediately remembered being taken there when I was very young, perhaps five or six years old. It is called Lamb's House, which I assumed, on my first visit, was because it was very white. I do remember wondering why it was not called Sheep's House, however, as it seemed a bit too big for a lamb. It was used as some sort of day home for the old and frail in those days, and I was taken in by my mother to visit my terrifyingly aged, tiny, old and crinkled, wrinkled grandmother, not long before she died. Its name, I now know, derives from the original owner, Andrew Lamb, and apparently Mary Queen of Scots spent about an hour inside it in 1561, just as I did in around 1960. To quote the historical record - of Mary's visit, not of mine - the Queen "remainit in Andro Lamb's hous be the space of an hour". And the house has had many coats of white paint since young Mary "remainit in" it, and a few since I myself remainit in it. This day, in 2017, I just remainit outside of it, pausing, looking, remembering, thinking of my little self in short trousers and new school blazer, and of how the eyes that were seeing and the sight being seen were little changed since my only previous visit, unlike most other things within and around; then having thought, I moved on.

21 October 2017

Lingering Leith


Oh... Innis & Gunn? Nah, not today, for...


there was Caesar Augustus to try - a "lager/IPA hybrid", ok..., not bad, quite good, but then...


there was also Seven Giraffes - "a blend of seven grains, three hop strains and a late infusion of elderflower and lemon" - oh well, go on then... Whose move is it next? I forget... And what's the game anyway? 


Look both ways...


Better have a coffee...


Oh....


Them again... They are everywhere... And... hang on a minute... a few hundred yards away...


Look up there! My lady and me made two children behind those third floor windows, one in eh... 1986, and one in eh... 1988, if I am allowing for the gestation times correctly. A job well done, I'd say...


and both of the children used to enjoy running across this parkland to those swings and roundabouts in the distance... Swings and roundabouts... they come and go. So much time. So little time. So many beers to try... A little bit of beer can get me minorly maudlin though, while lingering in Leith. How old am I? How old are they? How did all that happen? Let's have some Innis & Gunn...

Moving to The Hill

For a bit of a change, have moved golf membership from The Island to The Hill
Some small images, meantime, courtesy of their website:


These members down at the first tee on the opening day in June 1911 are long gone though



18 October 2017

Vertigosity

I took a wary walk across the Clifton Suspension Bridge, while the final two photos in this post show that my son - on the right in the glass box - had recently enjoyed his own high rise sights in Kuala Lumpur. Meanwhile my lady managed just a few yards along the Clifton Bridge walkway before deciding that was enough for her and retreating. She doesn't cope well with heights. Without any warning of their presence, my son was highly alarmed to suddenly see bodies falling around him near the box - then parachutes opened... Base jumpers from the top. The jumpers then took the lift back to the top and jumped off again. Not my idea of fun.