The heat wave persisted. This, unfortunately, meant that it was about 90F with standing room only on my five hour train ride to Edinburgh: even Betjeman would object.
But in the north everything is lovely! Scotland is seagulls, sunsets, Al Stewart on the radio, rainbows on Arthur’s Seat, a penguin parade at the zoo, and RAIN!
There is black pudding & haggis on the menu at local pizza takeaway, and horse-drawn carriages picketing a Bollywood film shoot near my place in New Town…
I’m here to escape from Cambridge and definitively decide where to live next. Why does this question persist? When will I achieve the clarity I long for? Do I belong somewhere or nowhere?