Edmonstone Estate

Once upon a time, in the halcyon days of studenthood, I lived in a cottage on the outskirts of the city, along with several other wannabe hippies. The cottage is now derelict, and the grounds of the estate which used to be our private playground are now accessible to anybody who knows about it.

Maybe it was the mention of a past career in yesterday's blip that prompted me, but after visiting mum today in her nursing home, I stopped off for a walk in the estate grounds. I thought I saw a few ghosts from the past still lurking in the woods, but it might have just been the smoke left over from those special cigarettes.