
Finding fairytales at Preston Mill, East Lothian
As I write, looking out the window of our flat towards Arthur’s Seat, here or there a pioneering tree shouts its last of the season in yellow ochre. The dormant volcano’s rump is going from green to purple, the outcome of that colour wash the inevitable dull brown of deep winter. I wonder how many other residents of this iconic city are reaching for the … Continue reading Finding fairytales at Preston Mill, East Lothian