Hound’s Point

I had a walk out to Hound’s Point on the Forth from South Queensferry.

I’m going to have to read up about the making of the Forth rail bridge. Standing under it, it still feels impossible. A bit like Brunelleschi’s dome in Florence.

It’s late now, the wind gusting outside, rising to a satisfying howl through the open window. Another day and then back to Italy and the Casentino. Some mixed feelings about that alright.

But it’s been a good Christmas. Sure, it’s had its moments. But, hey, don’t they all.