An Illusion?

I went to a meeting this afternoon in Trinity, and after it finished, walked down to the shore at Granton Harbour. 

 The view east always surprises me. This development and the land reclaimed from the river that it is built on, didn't exist in the far-off days of my childhood when my father and I used to wander around the docks. It was our regular Sunday outing.

He loved it because he was a Shetlander, and from here  sailed a ship that could have taken him home.  And I harboured a romantic idea I'd grow up to be a sailor  and roam the seven seas. 

That was before I discovered the horrors of sea-sickness.