Candelmaker Row

This is a blip of the houses at the top of Candelmaker Row which I manage to take unhindered by any tourists rubbing Greyfriar’s Bobby’s nose or taking collective selfies and generally impeding access to the pavement. The tourists were still there, I just happened upon a quiet moment in my route back from the library.

All vestiges of Christmas have been packed away for another year even though I know I’m quick off the gun. Not that there were many displayed anyway. It’s a shame, that for me at least, the enthusiasm for Christmas has waned in direct proportion to age. It was all so exciting with little and not so little children still around in the nest, but with all of them flown to make their own nests, it has become very  quiet and unexciting. Now that there are no carols beamed over the airwaves and Peace and Goodwill to Men has reverted to the norm of hostility and war I think I can say we are back to normal.

The third family birthday since the beginning of the year is that of Yorkshire Grandson who now becomes an official teenager today. Happy 13th Birthday Sid!