Keeping an eye on it

Who wants stamp albums which have sat on a shelf unopened for the best part of fifty years after following you around from house to house? Things of loveliness, really, and full of memories for the small boy who collected them. Luckily Oxfam apparently have a use for them so we head there and bid them farewell. And then stroll along a gorgeously sunny and dare I say prosperous looking, Comely Bank.
To the Raeburn – we want to do a small memorial gathering for the son and Summerhall where he worked awhile seemed a possible venue but of course it’s a ramshackle organisation run by arty types and it’s not proving easy, so plan B it is. He did work there awhile later on, in an attempt to get a bit of stability back (it failed), but the daughter knows the people, and Katie their events person is so lovely. so sold. A huge relief, actually. I feel things are looking up. I can talk to people about it, without swallowing too hard and getting wet eyes. Maybe the fact that it wasn’t entirely unexpected is beginning to come through.
And later we take a stroll over to the beach. And much much later at 11pm, I look out the window. All is beautifully calm.