We set off from home in Bedfordshire at 5.30 am and were in Northumberland for a late coffee break at 11.30 am. It’s strange that the passing of time and distance both seem so much less, the earlier you set off! We were blessed with sunshine as we crossed the border after Berwick and couldn’t help but be excited when we first caught glimpses of the Fife coast across the Forth Estuary. It would still take us about 40 minutes to rech Kinghorn.
‘There’s home,’ I said, ‘or one of them,’ I added.
The journey around the Edinburgh ring road seemed endless but, at last, we were over the Forth Road Bridge and heading towards Aberdour and Burntisland.
Both of us were happy to be back in our little flat here at Pettycur, but disoriented by our dual realities. The kitchen is always the worst place, reaching for the wrong cupboard or drawer for the next couple of days as our brains caught up with our bodies.
The walking, the healthy diet, the views, the fresh air, the friendly faces – all lifted our spirits, so it was good to be back – even though there was still a part of me down south, and struggling to find me.
On my own for the last two days, with my husband at work, I have been getting back into a routine and I love the peace – being able to focus wholeheartedly on my writing projects.
I treasure my time here – a truly pleasurable writer’s retreat.