Toadlet grew up. Yesterday we drove her and her essential clobber over to her Edinburgh student digs. We forgot pillows so Toad was sent out for those and I was given the task of stashing the kitchen bstuff and clothes in appropriate places. Sitting in her room at her desk ready for Freshers' Week she looked to be in her element.
From the kitchen of the student flat there is a close view of Salisbury Crags and another, across East Lothian and along the Firth of Forth, to North Berwick Law (phone pics so kept small).
We have a good feeling about this phase of her life. Go, Toadlet!
Mid-morning we left Toadlet to get stuck into her new life and head towards Newhaven to visit J-of-the-Wolves*, hitherto DivingDaughter on this blog, at her new flat with her partner. Their fourth floor flat has a direct view across town of Edinburgh Castle Rock and any firework displays that happen to be set off there. Neat! Items from J's past can be spotted about the flat, such as her teddy, Sha-Sha, acquired at a church jumble sale with GrandmaB in Poulton-le-Fylde when J was three. Sha-Sha had been 'pre-loved' and was subjected to a good scrubbing by Grandma. He has survived well. And then there's a piece of Welsh dressed slate that had been left at Llwyngwern Quarry, now part of the land encompassed by the Centre for Alternative Technology, where J worked for a couple of years. Hanging on one wall is a felt patchwork representation of a 10x10 Graeco-Latin square that I made some decades ago. Its colours have faded a bit. Perhaps it's time to make another in different fabrics.
After coffee at the house of J and S we all four headed off to see the Kelpies at Falkirk and then the Falkirk Wheel.
It was a landmark, lovely day altogether. Toad did all the driving and this morning has gone off to his archery coach training in Milngavie. I'm feeling that recognisable ME/chronic fatigue 'nausea' so am going to have a restful day at home enjoying my new freedom. Toadlet and I have that in common right now!
*The 'J-of-the-Wolves' reference is both to J's activity in the women's team of the Edinburgh Wolves American Football club and to the books about Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George that I read many years ago.
Signing off this post with some purple loosestrife I saw growing by the Forth and Clyde Canal near the Kelpies. I want some of this to grow with the wild angelica in the Boggy Brae garden. I've seen it in that mix elsewhere in Argyll but not near us. Time to get hold of some seed, I think.
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