The way to go home

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Another busy, busy Festival day at the end of which plans for a beach fire and picnic were thwarted by rain (and blessed by a beautiful double rainbow!)

One of our group came to the rescue – and a quite lovely Edinburgh basement kitchen supper party, in company with some of my dearest friends, followed.

Reflecting on this, among all the memories of great food and inspiring conversation, I’m awestruck by this old man’s having walked home a couple of miles through still-buzzing city streets at 1.45am … feeling absolutely, smilingly ‘at home’

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