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Trekking around Scotland... for the craic...

Oh what a busy week!
I have traversed half of Scotland over the past couple of days and I am now on my way home to Aberdeen to snuggle in to bed before my 5AM start tomorrow.
Actually, that is a lie. It is a 5.30AM start tomorrow. Sleep in!!

It has been a good week, a great week actually.
I very much enjoyed meeting up with everyone at our work meeting on Wednesday, and it is always a pleasure to go to Stirling. I struggle to call it a city, it is really more like a large town, but it is a beautiful one. For some reason, the Wallace monument always looks as though it is set against a painted landscape. It is beautiful.

I was facilitating a course in Stirling today, so rather than drag myself across the country twice in three days, I went to Edinburgh for a few day instead. It was lovely to be back, more so because I got to catch up with so many lovely people and just have a catch up. The last two weeks before I moved were so frantic I really didn't get to spend enough time with everyone. It was nice to get to do that this week.

Yesterday, I went to Glasgow. I discovered something weird.
Glasgow has its own smell. Seriously. I got off the train in Queen Street and inhaled in an old familar smell. It was great! I never really noticed before, and to be honest I struggled to explain it to my pal when I told him. If you see me making funny faces getting off the train in future, you know what I am trying to do.

I got to spend time with both of my boys in Glasgow. What I thought were going to be a quick 'hello, I miss your face' pit stops, turned out to be two really decent catch ups. What is even better is that one of the boys is going to be in Aberdeen for a visit REALLY SOON!!! How exciting is that? Strangely, I am looking forward to showing them around my new city, around my new home. I guess it is not strange, Aberdeen is beautiful, but it is interesting how my perception of the place has changed so quickly. I rather like it.

Even though I have had a long, long week, and I have many more days before my next day off, I feel reinvigorated after my wee jaunt down South. It is amazing how much joy I get from my friends. Be it a long overdue lunch date or just a couple of beers before I catch my train.

One thing that has surprised me, is how people have reacted to me after being away for less than a month. Apparently, I am smiling more, I look less stressed, my voice sounds different, the list is endless! A number of people even walked past me not recognising me (I did cut off most of my hair but I still have the same puck head... that hasn't changed). My next adventure is to visit my cousin at the end of the month. I am very excited by it and curious to see if she can see a difference in me too!

Until the next time,

Lu xx

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