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From the sky, Edinburgh unfolded like a Christmas card, all white and glistening, scotch pines catching the low slung sunlight which sparkled through the needles like fairy lights and yellow glitter. From the air it looks like a city at peace and good will oozed from every street corner as the ground came clearer into view, saying, welcome back, you have been a long time gone and we have missed you - here, have a dram to warm yourself. Paul Auster wrote the great first line, 'I was looking for a quiet place to die. Someone recommended Brooklyn and so the next morning I travelled down there...'' I might write, 'I was looking for a place to stay alive. Edinburgh suggested itself...' Ah, nostalgia, the return to a place that never existed, except as the stories we tell ourselves. Scotland you are in my bones!
