|Encounter in Scotland (Page 2)|
was sick. I reckon it was the stress at work. It aint easy being a teacher
these days especially at a 'black-listed' school. Sure, she helped turn
it 'round and it's now doing fine but that kind of effort, along with all
the constant check-ups by all the over-paid suits, takes a toll on the
human mind... especially one so pure and beautiful as my Vanessa's.
I rang Mol at Micscape and told him our troubles. One hell of a guy that Mol. Without hesitation, he said: "Why not bring her up to Edinburgh for the week. Anne and I are there at Gorgie Farm running a Mic-UK workshop and we can meet up for some social time. Might do some good just to get away from London?" So that's exactly what we did.
|We arrived late Saturday afternoon before the light faded. I took us up high to my favourite spot to watch the night fall like an 18th century English cloak of suffocating darkness upon the city spires!|
here, you could see how the city was built on a Volcanic base, the old
and ancient part at a different level from the new: history dividing the
city as well as height and foundations!
The night had a sharp chill to it.
fell in love with the gentle peacefulness and quiet of the breakfast room...
but we both fell in love with the stunning church across he road. St. Michael's
had a gothic feel to it and over-shadowed an ancient cemetery. At first
I thought this might have a bad effect on Van's current state; you know...
if she's down already, is such a building going to do much to cheer her
up. She said the church had an unusual feel about it... a kind of
'calling' as she put it. My honey says some strange things when she's
|After we washed, Van had a nap, so I took the opportunity to phone MOL. We arranged for the four of - Anne, Van, me, and him, to meet at the Caledonian brewery just down the road. Tonight was dance night and I think you know my honey loves to dance.|
at 9.00. and although we didn't need to use the car, we gave it a quick
check to make sure it was safe. That's when Van noticed the small dark
pellets on the bonnet. She didn't know what they were but I had a fair
idea. I was in a mood for a drink and some fun so I decided to tell a white
lie to Van and said I didn't know either. Between you and me, knowing Van
as I do, I thought this mystery might get her mind buzzing again.
walked up to join Mol and Anne, I made a mental note to phone Andrew of
Microscopix first thing in the morning and ask him to send me something
AMAZING he has by express mail .