I have learned something over the last few days. Edinburgh is busy. Very very busy.
Four days in a strange city can feel like a very long time. So I found my own peace in the city.
At peace with those at peace. A graveyard, especially one where I have no personal connections may seem a strange escape, but where else could you find the same quiet, the same chance to stop, take stock, and reassess your priorities.
And when there's a proper creepy headstone with skulls on it, all the better.
(I have been trying to post this blog post for the last 2 days, but for some reason the blogger android app doesn't like me)