A grey February Sunday in Scotland. No plan, heavy wind, tired winter mood. One hour later we stand above wild cliffs and remember why going anyway always helps.

It is Saturday, cold and dark outside. I get up at five in the morning to sit in silence, write, drink coffee, and slowly start the day — before the house wakes up.

A short journal note from the Torchlight Procession in Edinburgh — cold weather, crowds, firelight, and thoughts from a winter evening walk.

A morning in Edinburgh with Julia, a coffee, a Jellycat, and a few lessons behind the lens.

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