smokingboot

I have worries. But none of them are mine to talk about and therefore... I just have worries. Maybe they will go soon.

We went to North Berwick, always good for us, a walk along the beach, looking at the shops. The sea was so calm and the sky was warm. Usually we have ice cream but this time it was doughnuts.

We did consider buying in North Berwick a long time ago, but connections into Edinburgh and Glasgow were too iffy. At that time, 10.30 was your latest train back out of Edinburgh; it creates such a hassle about watching shows or gigs, or even going to a restaurant. Plus, you were paying well over the odds for the post code. If we were to move there, I would want to be close to the sea rather than just be in a desirable area, and then what does one do out of season? While I would love to just sit and watch storms over the sea, one could be talking 6 months of rain and shops that close early. I have no idea which of these two North Berwicks is the real one, and suspect both are. But whatever time of year we visit, it always refreshes our spirits.

It's not nearly so great for our wallets. Every time I walk down the little high street, I am attacked by cute buyables. Yesterday it was a painting for 2 grand. We didn't get it but should have done. The last visit I bought a full length leopard print coat for around £90. Yesterday I saw leopard print trainers for £48, I'm probably going to buy them too. North Berwick seems determined to send me full leopard.

Waking dream this morning, rather strange. A kind of animation I don't have a name for, a cartoon of the sun with a man's body playing a piano. The piano was stripped back so that you could see part of its interior workings. He was playing some tinny off key stuff - deliberately - but there was very grand glorious music sweeping in behind him. He had birds sitting around listening, including crows. He looked up from his keyboard and smiled as I came close, but I didn't know if I was in person shape or a crow.