I travelled from Aviemore to Edinburgh yesterday, the day was perfect, and I wasn’t driving so I could soak up the fabulous views, the truly amazing scenery and be reminded of the wonder of this amazing wee planet.
Edinburgh was its usual busy city, people everywhere, all rushing, vehicle sounds and toots, it was also very hot which always acts as a magnifying glass.
For a couple of hours every sense was assaulted from the sounds, the sights, the rush, the smells, and the taste of city grit. The north bound journey home was as stunning as heading south, yet from a different angle…
Home to utter exhaustion.
It reminded me of the tale of the Native Canadian found sitting on the station at the end of a Canada wide train journey.
Who, when asked why he was not rushing off to `get somewhere` replied quite serenely, ” I am waiting for my soul to catch up”.
Perhaps this is a definition of jetlag?
Yesterday I felt my soul pass itself coming and going at Pitlochry….
Today is going to be a slowwwww day.