We decided to go away for a few days after Easter. Jon found an Airbnb with a ‘view’ over the Clyde Estuary, a couple of hours from Edinburgh.
Kilcraggen flourished with the building of its pier in 1848 . The area was developed as part of the industrial expansion of Glasgow, with villas and castles built as summer residences for well to do business men who then commuted by ferry and train back into the smoke and the grime. ( West Rosneath peninsula heritage trail A.Bray )
When we arrived yesterday it was a beautiful sunny day, warm enough to sit outside near the pier and eat ice cream.
The Airbnb is set back from the estuary on a road that runs parallel to the waters edge. The house is built on a steep rise with panoramic views. The changing light was so beautiful we decided not to close the curtains that evening
The house is owned by an artist. The walls are covered in paintings. The rooms are filled with plants and an eclectic range of objects. It felt as if the sun was streaming in from 3 sides. I became visually overloaded so I laid down on a sofa.
Jon had opened the windows so I listened to a variety of bird song as the sun warmed my feet. I couldn’t remember the last time I had lain indoors and had that happen. It’s four years since we moved to Scotland in July. Jon and I decided that it must have been at one of our family homes, because the sofas had not been in the correct position in Abingdon.
The flat in Edinburgh is a lower ground and basement as I am sure that I have written somewhere before. The light streams into the flat between March and October , but it can be a long dark weight during the winter.
I wrote and drew in the visitors book because there is equipment provided.
‘The sun is shining so strongly I am not used to it flooding a into a room from lots of angles. I am in love with the view from the sofa looking across to Bute and Arran. Jon is sitting in the garden which is unheard of in April in Edinburgh , marking some papers. I have become unused to the tranquility and birdsong. I love my flat, but the day is constantly punctuated by the sound of buses and cars driving past the window. The ceilings creak
with visitors to the CAB but it’s quiet at night and the weekends. Here it is so still’
This morning I walked around the gareden collecting photos of spring flowers and I could hear the waves on the shore.
Now, Jon has lit a fire and the room smells softly of wood smoke.