There was a time

when seeing this I would have thought, 'Oh, she's home". Looking up to the bay window on the third floor and seeing the light on. But that was a long time ago. We moved out a little more than twelve years and one month ago. And it was I think eleven years before that when M and I first moved in, after the Fringe, when part of Hull Truck had been renting out the flat for the summer. Like walking down Holyrood Road earlier in the week, there are paths and places in the city that provide reminders of times past. Some things change, while others look much the same. The unicorn on top of the stone column across from the flat at the top of Middle Meadow Walk is still there, but underneath the flat it's a coffee shop now when back then it was a deceptively large Italian restaurant. Out of sight across the road The Doctors pub is still there (and in fact as a favoured venue for after show drink visited more often since we moved out than we ever went in when we lived across the road), but (Edinburgh jazz legend) Charlie McNair's sandwich bar is long gone. They made such wonderful sandwiches - a treat for a Saturday lunchtime. Tonight I was on my way to a Hamlet rehearsal - early sages of blocking the scenes.