Roadworks

Here, in the vanguard, beyond the borders of knowledge, science becomes even more beautiful –incandescent in the forge of nascent ideas, of intuitions, of attempts. Of roads taken and then abandoned, of enthusiasms. In the effort to imagine what has not yet been imagined.

I take the bus in from Penicuik. It’s diverted around the Bush because of roadworks on the A702. There’s a huge queue at Straiton, and I watch time slip away. I eventually get into work 45 minutes behind schedule.

At the other end of the day, I head into the dark damp night to catch the 6 o’clock back home. I finally get in just before 8, light the fire, cook my tea, and go to bed.