The view of Old Town, Edinburgh from the North Bridge, with your back at Edinburgh Waverly Station, is almost heartbreaking. I’ve been searching for an adjective that expresses how I feel when I take in the view, and that’s the only one that approaches expressing what I feel. It’s otherworldly. I admit I’ve never been a devout fan of Harry Pott- gasp!- but I have been entertained by a few of the movies, and this view is reminiscent of Hogwarts perched upon the cliff.
I have stopped short in my tracks each time we approach this part of town from the north side of the bridge. The sandstone and limestone structures appear almost foreboding, but their grandeur and allure win out. I’ve seen them lit by the last honey-colored slants of sunlight as the sun sinks below the hills, peppered with the warm glow of many-lit windows at night, shining boldly in the afternoon sun, and eerily shrouded in a thick fog.
As we get ready to leave for Glasgow, I have an urge to run down for one last gaze; this is similar to the feeling I get when leaving the beach at the end of a vacation; I’ve never had enough. I guess that’s a good thing because I’ll be sure to make it back some day. This is not goodbye; it’s farewell for now.
My Corner of the Village 