In Edinburgh the rain comes and goes quickly, small puddles on the ground and droplets upon your head are sometimes the only evidence it actually happened. I don’t mind - I’ve always been a pluviophile, lover of rain and all things dreary……..

I’ve found Edinburgh to be busy, in a quiet sort of way. A way in which I can still hear the crows cawing from above or stamping towards me in the hopes of receiving a piece of flaky croissant. The leaves rustling still stirs my attention, just as the scents of fall tingle in my nose………