the other side

Went to visit Ma Taylor today.

It's... well...

She's gaga, and in a care home. She thinks I'm her brother. Neither of us get much out of the event.

She's in North Berwick, which I can see from here on the north shore of the Firth. It's a 70 minute drive (each way).

Today I made the best of a tricky situation by going for a long walk on the beach at Dirleton (next to North Berwick) after The Visit. Gale force winds, so the Blip is deceptive. My hair is full of sand, and my face feels like it has been shot blasted.