m i s t

Even though the mist was very low, and we could see very little, our day Dunbar was so lovely. The air was soft and velvety with moisture and very warm. The sea was flinty and the sand full of strange patterns. The area has a slightly odd 'buried' feel, probably due to the mist, that feels very conducive to detective stories and sensation fiction. Best of all was the company, which made me sad that we live far apart, but happy to have good friends.

b r i g h t

The sunshine in Glasgow this morning is beautiful. We are out for the day to Belhaven Bay though, where the forecast is for mist and fog. We're meeting good friends though, so never mind.

d r i p p i n g

There has been so much rain this week -- deluges of it on some days. The garden is permanently dripping wet and the doglet's feet are always damp. When we come in, she lies patiently and luxuriously on the hallway mat waiting to have her paws individually dried with her personal towel; this week that has taken quite a few minutes I must say.

All this rain makes me confused about time -- Autumn (and therefore term) seems very close, but it's actually still a few weeks away. No need to rush forward into anxiety then...

I've always loved the look of the sky just before the rain though; and the beautiful glowing brightness of colour against dark grey. Inspiration for Autumnal knitting projects.

E d i n b u r g h

I spent a miserable day in Edinburgh yesterday. I was in a melancholy mood setting out, and this was only increased by being completely drenched in rain within the first 10 minutes of being outside (forcing me to have to buy a pair of very unflattering tracksuit bottoms from H&M to replace my sodden trousers, and having to wear them all day). I forgot to charge my phone, and to bring a camera. Or any other recording tools, such as a pen. Once there, the town grated -- I felt very sensitive to the (cacophonous) noise of festival goers and irritated by their domination of the pavements. Everyone seemed to be determined to occupy the soundscape and ignore the environment around them. I had gone to see this exhibition, which was quite lovely, but almost impossible to engage with due to the noise. Argh.

Going on my own turned out to be a bad decision as it is only by having company that you can vent your frustration at being blocked at every turn by people probably on their way to a recording of Quote Unquote. And I haemorrhaged money all day -- some of it on a disposable camera, just so I could obscure the lens with my finger in almost every picture. Here are some of the bearable ones.

It'll be a while before I venture East again.