Saturday 6 December 2003

What is it with this place that has made me write not one but TWO poems?! I love this city!

How were the vaults? I survived.

Novel #4? Old town v. New town. Attic appartments v. Edwardian homes. A musical gift. Singing. Powerful magician…

…into the Edinburgh might for meal and maybe a ghost tour? Spooky…

The maket stall where I have purchased a celtic silver pendant. Another talisman…?

…at 0930 hours. What awaits me today?