Berlin Reified

Burghead Bay

This is the horizon I hold in my mind's eye, back among the snug comforts of my home in Berlin.

Elsewhere: Burghead Chip Van

You'd think I'd have had enough battered haddock, but who could resist that heady scent, and this queue?

Elsewhere: Kimberley Inn, Findhorn

I'll never tire of the Kimberley Inn's crisp fish.

After dinner, we walked along the bay.

Elsewhere: The Deeside Line

We went for a walk along the disused railway line behind David's parents' house. I loved the shadows of the tiny summer flowers on the rail.

Elsewhere: Gala Week, Burghead

It's Gala Week in Burghead.

Checking in

A poor show, this silence, and now can you believe we're off to Scotland? Too much has happened in the scant week we've been home (about which more details another time), but I have my fingers crossed that a quiet night in a Glasgow hotel room will let me write a little more. This view from Leiweinhof as a placeholder for now, calendar-trite, I know, but special to me because when my eyes rested on this horizon one early evening the world felt perfect.