Rock House

It was light when we got into Edinburgh this morning. TT thought the bus was just late, but I think it is because the days are stretching, and noticeably getting longer, always a good sign.

The office was very quiet for a Wednesday, I don’t know where everyone was. I found time to pop out at lunchtime to pick up something from Boots, before a brisk walk around the block and back in time for a meeting. It was nice to get out in the sunshine and see the blue sky.

I made tea tonight, then walked to the super for a few things, before chilling out.

The book I am currently reading begins in Rock House in 1846. Rock House is on the right here, and is mostly hidden by trees. It was the home of David Octavius Hill, and I think it is now available to rent.