Bliss

Up early, suns out, into the garden to read a book with a coffee before getting things sorted for the day.

The garden is surrounded by Marchmont type flats - 3 stories high made from stone. Lying in the grass I was encased in sounds of Edinburgh waking up - showers running, kitchens clinking and the workmen next door laying a patio. It's funny to think that we all live so close - we can hear each others conversations, if you listen hard enough: yet most likely will never talk, never meet and never know each other.

Off to get things signed and sent off to Spain, then hopefully all will be sorted.