Montpelier

After a most relaxing morning, the maw got a birl round Bruntsfield. In a strange way, you see the world differently pushing an old biddy with dementia along the streets. We looked at party dresses and handbags. Rows of marmalades in a closed butchers. And marvelled at the size of the tenements.
After, I legged it down town for a coffee and picked up the latest in the Dylan Bootleg series - Vol 11 - the Basement Tapes. Of course, the official release was in the mid-70s and I loved that then, and this is just so nostalgic. It's like meeting an old friend after thirty years. Errr, forty years. Except they haven't changed a bit.