So a week away on business in Edinburgh but no time to go and play. Snow overnight every night this week left the Pentland hills looking whiter than white and gently mocking me from my hotel window.
Come and play on us
Come and walk on us
Leave your cares behind
They whispered their message to me like the Sirens did to Jason lashed to the mainsail of the Argo. Alas I was lashed to my work and the hill sirens song played in my head regardless. The city was cold and only briefly white but the Pentland hills kept their whiteness all week.
So the end of the week and back in the South. The skies slightly bluer than of late, the temperature fractionally milder, the wind slightly less fierce. Its still winter wherever you go but my mind repeats the mantra “its spring. its spring” and I reckon one day soon it will be. Then it will be time to surrender to the song