Joy

Peebles from beside the Tweed River

I thought I would create an acrostic poem for my Auntie Jenny. J is for ....E is for ....well, I ditched that idea,  took the first and the last letter, added one between and voila, Joy.
I have been known, in the past, to set off on my own with a youthful disregard for family. This part of our trip, full of childhood memories, has brought me up short. I have become so acutely aware of history, mine, my family's and the world's. Perhaps I am just a slow learner.



Our time in Peebles, Scotland was relaxed, calm and full of laughter. We were graciously taken care of by my aunt and uncle, left to do as we pleased (which, for me, meant spending as much time as close by as possible) I visited a woollen mill, visited charity shops, wrote down recipes and asked more questions about our history. Norm had an evening at the local pub with Nigel and co, I packed up a box of sweaters and wool and the boys revelled in their space, a room that was one floor above ours. Bliss.

Edinburgh Castle

Saturday, we got on the bus to Edinburgh and explored the town in bright sunshine. We had a full family dinner with cousins and wished it could be longer.
OK, I mentioned sunshine.....while we were 'going ape', it hailed. Weather aside, no clouds during our stay, warmth all round.

Uncle Nigel, me and Auntie Jenny in Peebles