A top gallant wind

I do love the expansiveness of a good wind from the south west. It brings to mind vast open spaces, moorland tops, lee hollows and the sea crashing far off in the distance as it rushes across Inverleith Park.

We’ve decided to get me wheels up tomorrow on tge last of the season’s direct flights to Florence. There’s a car needs rescuing from the airport car park before our bill equals Shell’s quarterly profit bonanza.

I’d happily stay and watch the light fade in Edinburgh , slip out for coffee and cakes with Terry and accumulate books from Oxfam and Shelter in Stockbridge.

But needs must and Italy is positively baking in ridiculous autumnal heat.