Edinburgh

I took vanTheman down to Leith Cycles for a service and took a wander round the old hood, 101 Brunswick St where I was born (no plaque yet) and Leith Walk primary school just round the corner that seemed very far away, when you have wee legs.

I started reminiscing and taking trips down memory lane and wondering if I’ll miss the city when I leave soonish, I don’t think so. I even started thinking about poems I could write about my time here and/or the city, a work in progress:

In the city where I was born,
The place I’ll always call home,
The house I was born in,
The school I grew up in,
The people, the places,
From Porty to the Pentlands,
Edinburgh is in my soul.