Scotland to finish up this Guardian Shorts book
I’m in Scotland.
My brain is exhausted and I’m nodding off even though it’s not yet 5pm. I’ve been counting the sheep outside the window.
The journey was painless and painful in the same breath. I love traveling, so being in motion makes me happy regardless. Yet I arrived too early and the town was asleep, meaning I sat shivering in the train station waiting for the sun to creep up and up. My taxi driver struggled to find the small nook off the edge of Perth where I’m staying. He argued with his satnav, yet didn’t turn it off.
And now I’m here. The goal is to tackle the rest of this Guardian Shorts book. It’s nearly done, but there are maps and details to check, paragraphs to rewrite, quotes to shift. Then the editor will wiggle it all around again.
I’ve got a wood-burning stove. Books. Tea. Cans of food and some boxes of cereal. A beautiful run for the morning. And finally, now that several interviews and numerous words are done, the promise of bed.