Loose Ends: Perth Bridge


Loose Ends left off at the Martyrs’ Memorial in St. Andrews with thoughts of the Reformation. Perth connected through the Bible. St. John’s town is Perth, its bridge built by another John, the engineer John Smeaton, from 1766 to 1771. The bridge is handsome  in red and it caught my eye as I walked along the side of the Tay for Intercity, appearing here in the next few weeks. Instead of turning into the city, I took a right across the bridge, instantly celebrating that decision as I got a particularly fine view down river towards the Fergusson Gallery, railway and the city skyline. This being the main road out of town, it was particularly busy with traffic that afternoon. I reached the eastern side of the river and came to a boarded up building which once housed a greengrocers, of all things, judging by the signage. Across the road I went and upriver the view was towards distant hills and a winding river, suburban houses in the foreground, an almost pretty scene, really.


Since this is Loose Ends, I had to think of connections and I did that on the way back. Perth Bridge could connect to any bridge anywhere across the country. John Smeaton worked with John Rennie, who has no shortage of structures to his name in Scotland either. I could go to Rennie’s birthplace, Phantassie, near East Linton, or indeed the place nearby called Smeaton, not because of that engineer. As it was, I stayed in Perth for the next part of the series, found by accident on a psychogeographical derive.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends adventure follows next Wednesday.

Intercity: Dundee


From the Royal Mile to somewhere entirely different but no less interesting. I began at the bus station on the Seagate and proceeded along and up through the city along a route I’ve come to know quite well. Since I was six, with a few lapsed years in between, I’ve been a Hibs fan and one away trip I went on a few times as a kid was to Tannadice, home of Dundee United. Tannadice is on the same street as Dens Park, the ground of United’s deadly rivals, Dundee. Naturally as a football fan I came to associate Dundee, the city of the three j’s, of Oor Wullie, Jocky and Lorraine Kelly, with one street in particular and it’s why Intercity’s Dundee visit started on the corner of Tannadice Street and Arklay Street one Saturday lunchtime.


Dundee United were playing Partick Thistle that Saturday and the build up was getting going. Yellow cones lined the roads, yellow jacketed stewards were positioned and as I passed Tannadice there was a definite meaty smell that might have been the pies or the offering for the folk in the dear seats. This was matchday, so early the last game might just have been over. In the meantime, all was quiet on Tannadice Street, a dude in a Partick Thistle dugout coat stood in one of the entrances blethering in Weegie to his pal and a couple of stewards outside Dens were putting the world to rights too. I didn’t see anyone on the allotments that sit behind Tannadice’s Eddie Thompson stand, even with it being a Saturday morning.


Roughly two hundred yards separate Tannadice and Dens Park. I didn’t measure it, that was Wikipedia, but it is the shortest distance between any two football grounds in the country. There are all sorts of cool links between the two clubs including the same folk who sell programmes and operate the turnstiles at the two grounds. My favourite one is that the same person does commentary for blind and visually impaired people and Tannadice and Dens. As I walked the few paces past the Shed, Dens Park was right on me. Dens has an Archibald Leitch main stand, one of the few left in the country, and it is unusual because the stand isn’t sheer against the pitch, its two ends meet in the middle then go at an angle to reflect the road behind it, Sandeman Street. I’ve been to Dens and I’ve even been in that stand. What I hadn’t noticed before was the art-deco stylee ‘DFC’ over the main entrance. By the time I passed the shop at the Bobby Cox Stand end of Dens, it was possible to get a cool view over the stands with the Tannadice floodlights behind.

Before I finished my eye turned to the Rough and Fraser shop on the corner. I’ve since discovered that Rough and Fraser are a well known Dundee bakery and I passed another branch on my way up to Dundee Law. The thought struck me that Rough and Fraser could either be a fearsome defensive partnership or a detective duo, a Scottish Dalziel and Pascoe or whatever. Ironically I had read a crime novel on my way up to Dundee which featured a detective called Fraser who got killed. I won’t tell you which novel in case you happen to pick it up. Anyway, I digress.

So far, Intercity has featured four cities and four very different places. The first one when I thought I might struggle to fill the post was Dundee, ironic since this might be the longest post yet for a walk that didn’t even last ten minutes. Funny that. This one couldn’t have been more different to Edinburgh and the High Street but I think they played to different parts of me, the historian and the football fan who still gets excited in the vicinity of a stadium. Both were happy with this one.

Thanks for reading. The January digest will appear here next week while another Intercity post follows the week after.

Saturday Saunter: 26th January 2019

Happy Saturday,

Working today so this is being written on Tuesday night. On Tuesday morning, as I was on the way to work, it was snowing. Only a little bit then when I got to work, there was quite a bit more. It very quickly melted and by the time I left, the pavements were pretty much clear. I was torn between feeling childishly delighted that it was snowing and a grown-up sense of frustration and having to think about practical things.

Tonight my soundtrack is YouTube. I am a bit of a nerd, as should surprise absolutely no-one reading this, and I follow relatively few YouTube channels. Some relate to Hibs, though tonight’s is Geoff Marshall, who vlogs about trains and travelling around the country on them. As I type these words, he is faffing about the Siemens factory in Germany looking at a new train that’s going to run on the Northern City line in London. More interesting than it sounds, honest.

This week I have been doing a bit of reading, mainly crime fiction. On Wednesday night I went to see Hibs play at Motherwell, not that far from where I live in southwestern Glasgow or from my work but still a book was required. I’m working through the DCI Jim Daley series by Denzil Meyrick at the moment so the third volume, Dark Suits And Sad Songs, came with me. I read the first two on my iPad, one from the library eBook app, and the third in print. I read in print and on a screen, usually based on convenience or what I’m up to. When I’m travelling to and from the football, I take an actual book. Last Saturday’s was Peter Crouch’s How To Be A Footballer. I was reluctant since I really don’t give a hoot about the English Premier League plus it was also ghostwritten but I really enjoyed it. It was very well put together, engaging and funny. I read a lot of it on the bus to Edinburgh (a train had broken down at Edinburgh Park, necessitating a quick dash to the bus station) and some actually at Easter Road before the game.

My to-read pile is ginormous, as ever, some of it there since before Christmas, others more recent. I work with books for a living. It is an occupational hazard but I might need to cut the pile down. I’m in a real crime fiction mode though I’m also re-reading Harry Potter again. I do that a lot. It’s light relief.

Now on in the background is one of the All The Stations adventures, involving Geoff and his partner Vicki on their 2017 trip around all of the railway stations in Great Britain. Currently on the outskirts of London.

I do a fair bit of TV but usually through Netflix. Earlier I was re-watching the documentary about Sunderland AFC though I have also been watching the new series Sex Education (with Gillian Anderson and Asa Butterfield) and also the latest series of Grace and Frankie, featuring the wonderful Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda. My first encounter of Lily Tomlin was when she was President Bartlet’s secretary on The West Wing, and she is just great, dry and droll. Martin Sheen is also in Grace and Frankie, incidentally. As a very big West Wing fan who watches it regularly and listens each week to The West Wing Weekly podcast, any sightings of its cast can only be a good thing. I quote it regularly, even just in my thoughts. Whenever I think ‘what do you know now that you didn’t before’, I hear Toby Ziegler in my mind, from the last episode of the fourth season, saying ‘babies come with hats’. That happens at least twice a week.

I feel I’ve been a bit more nerdy in this post than normal. As if writing about psychogeography isn’t obscure enough, I have to go into trains and West Wing trivia. Sorry, readers, but it had to be done. At least I’m not going to write about the Oxford comma, which I was thinking about doing. Now, that would be really bloody boring.

Anyway, that’s us for today. Thanks as ever to all readers and followers. Tomorrow is another Intercity post, this time featuring Dundee. Have a very good weekend, whatever you end up doing.

Loose Ends: Martyrs’ Monument


St. Andrews is a town I quite like despite its innate poshness and of course the golf. It’s quite like Stirling as the history of the place is all around, the Cathedral towers dominating the landscape, the castle just up the street no less impressive. When I think of St. Andrews I think of religious history and the Reformation in particular. I was there recently to change buses and it occurred to me that the Martyrs’ Monument, an obelisk on a hill above the beach, the aquarium and a golf course, was a possible link from the last instalment of Loose Ends, Dundee Law. I stopped, snapped a few photographs and thought about where to go next. There is no shortage of sites linked to the Reformation in Scotland, St. Giles in Edinburgh or maybe Haddington, the birthplace of John Knox. I even thought of a link from St. Andrews to St. John’s town, otherwise known as Perth.

The interpretation board gave a little background on the four Protestant martyrs and featured a splendid quote saying that Patrick Hamilton, burned in 1528 for spreading the message of Martin Luther, met his death ‘with Christian magnanimity’. Being a cynical heathen myself I couldn’t help doubting that somehow. The monument was erected by public subscription in 1842-43 and restored in 2013. The modern work shows. On a cloudy January day the newer stuff shone while the original was grey and austere. It was an intriguing juxtaposition and I quite liked it, even if I couldn’t quite keep my questioning mind at bay.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends adventure follows next week.

Intercity: Edinburgh

The third instalment of Intercity involves our nation’s capital, Edinburgh, the city of my birth and my primary school years, a place I still spend a lot of time in despite living in Glasgow. In thinking about an Edinburgh street for this series, I went through a few contenders but in the end I chose the street I associate most with Edinburgh, for good or ill. Most people know it as the Royal Mile but I refer to it the same way as the Royal Mail does: the High Street. The High Street, as most Scots could probably tell you, leads from Edinburgh Castle to the Palace of Holyroodhouse, a distance of roughly 1,600 yards, funnily enough. I was in Edinburgh one bright and cold Sunday morning in December and decided to take advantage of the nice weather and the time I had to kill by getting this over and done with. I avoid the High Street as much as possible. It is invariably crowded and saturated in tartan. The best time to give it a bodyswerve is normally August, at the height of the Festival circus, but in recent years, it hasn’t dissipated much across the year, even on a baltic Sunday in December.

I walked up the Esplanade, dodging every second person who had a phone in their hand and every third one of those in selfie mode. Edinburgh Castle isn’t my favourite castle in Scotland, it isn’t even my favourite castle in Edinburgh but to be fair it does look the part. I focused my attention on looking left and right, into the sun towards Arthur’s Seat and the other way across to Fife. As I processed down Castlehill, nearly taking to the road to dodge the phone cameras, I went into psychogeographic mode, appreciating the architecture and quietly observing the masses as they passed. It being December, the kilt count was impressively low, the owner a young blonde guy with a beard. He looked like a tour guide so it was probably work attire. There were a lot of people with tartan somewhere on their person. For once I was one of them, since I was on the way to the football and my Hibs scarf is a tartan one. By the Assembly Hall an older gent was singing, the Skye Boat Song, as it happens, not unpleasantly with an accent which reflected more diverse origins, possibly Cornwall.

A few selfies were happening by the David Hume statue. What he would have said about this whole spectacle, I wonder. A quick Google uncovered this quote: “Reading and sauntering and lounging and dosing, which I call thinking, is my supreme Happiness.” Meanwhile I was struck by the sight of a huge Saltire flying over Parliament House. It might even have been bigger than the monstrosity that flies outside Trump Turnberry and that’s saying something, an unusually ostentatious gesture from Edinburgh’s legal establishment. I looked fleetingly at the Adam Smith statue further down and longer at the City Chambers and the buildings around it which house City Council offices with their fine carvings and features. As I walked further down I paused frequently to look at the many informative plaques, including one marking part of the Elsie Inglis heritage trail, and the many showy older buildings on that stretch of the High Street, stopping longest by John Knox House.

I find the part of the High Street furth of the World’s End pub most interesting, mostly because it is lived in and not as touristy. Mostly, for since my last trip down there, offices belonging to the homelessness charity Streetwork had turned into a hotel. (Streetwork does also have premises on South Bridge and near Holyrood, incidentally, but the irony was not missed.) The High Street is what a lot of people associate Scotland with and it leaves me slightly nauseous. It is one facet, one very commercialised part of a much more nuanced picture that also includes Govanhill, Ferguslie, Raploch, Lochee and many other places. This might have occurred to the architects of the Scottish Parliament, an institution which makes much of being closer to its electorate than many other legislatures. I often like to read the quotes on the Canongate Wall by the Parliament and on this occasion one from Mary Brooksbank felt most apposite:

‘Oh, dear me, the warld’s ill-divided,
Them that work the hardest are aye wi’ least provided,
But I maun bide contented, dark days or fine,
But there’s no much pleasure livin’ affen ten and nine.’


I think I was also grumpy because I had clocked a Celtic scarf being sold outside a tartan shop but gratifyingly a Hibs one was also there. My walk down the Canongate had included encountering a man with his arm around the Robert Fergusson statue, deep in selfie mode, and passing the traditional Royal Mile Primary School, a sense of a community in these surroundings, a day-to-day beyond the hype.

Psychogeography interests me because it involves looking at the urban in greater depth, looking beyond the obvious. Edinburgh is a city of hidden depths, a mad God’s dream, to quote Hugh MacDiarmid, a place which combines wealth and poverty, substance and lots of stories and legends barely skating the surface of what actually happened. The High Street is the Royal Mile, some bits the Lawnmarket, others the Canongate. In one street it conveys a lot of how people see our country, tartan, historic, romantic. Scotland is all of these things but many more besides, to be experienced by walking on and beyond this street, this city, this coast sometimes. Life is beyond.

Thanks for reading. This is the third instalment of the Intercity series here on Walking Talking. The first two involved Glasgow and Stirling. Another will follow next week.

Saturday Saunter: 19th January 2019

Well, it’s Saturday morning. I’m off to Edinburgh today to see the mighty Hibernian play Elgin City in the Scottish Cup. It’ll be a bit quieter down at Easter Road, due to the opposition, the extra cost of a ticket over the overall season ticket price plus it’s January and money is often tight in January. I couldn’t be anywhere else, though, even though it is bound to be absolutely baltic. While in Edinburgh I also hope to do a little something for Loose Ends, one of this blog’s series, possibly in Holyrood Park. I do intend to be wrapped up very warmly indeed. The wind cut right through me yesterday and that was in the wild west, a fair distance from the sea.

Today’s travelling book is How To Be A Footballer by Peter Crouch. Crouch is still gainfully employed playing for Stoke City down in Englandshire at the age of 37 and he has had a diverse playing career, also being known for robot dancing and marrying a model. Normally I don’t read football autobiographies. Some of them can be dire, dirges from the laptop of some ghostwriter. This one will hopefully be interesting, even if I spied that Crouch wrote this one with a ghostwriter too, one Tom Fordyce, this information buried on the title page.

Last night I managed to get into Glasgow to do some shopping. Before I shopped, I managed a Streets of Glasgow walk for the first time in ages. It was in the city centre as the sun went down. I’ve always liked these walks because I can just walk in the city, being extra aware of my surroundings as I look, listen and smell just that little bit more acutely. It should be on the blog in a couple of Wednesdays time. I’m looking forward to doing some more wandering around the city in the coming weeks. I hope to do a couple of walks in the West End and a couple in the south side, maybe towards Shawlands. Any suggestions, please do let me know.

I’ve been thinking about where I would like to go in Scotland this year. I also hope to get to London and maybe Cornwall as well but much of Scotland is close to hand so day trips will be what keeps me going. For the Intercity series I write here, I hope to get to Perth, Aberdeen and Inverness soon. Inverness will maybe involve a trip out to Fort George, not because I give a hoot about military history but for the views over the Moray Firth, and also to finally see Leakey’s bookshop, a secondhand bookshop that looks well-stocked but not to the Voltaire and Rousseau (Otago Street, Glasgow) level. I also hope to get a walk along part of the John Muir Way, particularly from Helensburgh to Balloch, which I’ve been meaning to do for weeks. Kellie Castle near Pittenweem and Hermitage Castle in the Borders are both on the list too. There are many places I have been to in Scotland, some many times, and some of them are destined for a revisit. But I feel hungry to see some new places too. The winter is often a great time to explore when places are quieter too, maybe not when the wind is cutting right through you but it’s part of life’s great tapestry.

Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today, Saturday 19th January 2019. What will appear here tomorrow will be the Intercity post for Edinburgh. That one gets a bit ranty. On Wednesday will be Loose Ends, this time by a monument. In the meantime, have a lovely weekend. Cheers just now.

Loose Ends: Dundee Law


Loose Ends resumed last week with Calton Hill in the centre of Edinburgh. It connects neatly with Dundee Law, not only because both are hills in the middle of Scottish cities but because it is also possible to see football grounds from them. From Calton Hill Easter Road is visible while from Dundee Law both Dens Park and Tannadice are just over the prow of the hill. I had never been there before and I was a little out of breath, my walk up from the city centre more gradual than it could have been if I had gone via the Hilltown. As I walked up the slope, a woman was sitting on a bench brushing a dog. Next to me was a metal archway, possibly made to resemble a whale’s jawbone.


As I walked up the stairs to the top of the Law, I saw a guy necking a wine bottle. Lovely. I proceeded past so I could get a better view across the north of the city, towards Dens,  Tannadice and the hills. There were quite a lot of chimneys from old mills, a relic of when jute was a major industry in Dundee, and I tried to get my bearings, finding the Kingsway and looking from there. I stood by a trig point, this one in all right condition with some writing over the top. They are a frequent sight on high points, no longer used but once designed to help the Ordnance Survey map the country.


At the other side there were great views right across Dundee and up and down the Tay, to Broughty Ferry and its fine castle and to hills beyond. It was also possible to look over and see St. Andrews, which was a nice bonus. My eyes raced up and down city streets, finding the new V and A, the DC Thomson building, Alliance Trust and the DCA. The Tay Road Bridge was dead straight and I watched the traffic on it for a minute then followed the curves of the Rail Bridge towards Fife. It was high tide so the stubs that remain of the old one weren’t visible. Towards Newport and Broughty Ferry a white strip of water lapped up, clearly passed over recently. I could have sat there all day, looking down and over the landscape.

To the connections and originally I thought about Broughty Ferry since I could actually see it. The castle and the village looked almost rural, detached from the urban sprawl. Then St. Andrews came to mind, since I could see that too. In truth I could have gone anywhere from Dundee Law, even one of the many other laws, like Traprain or North Berwick. It felt that I could see all of Scotland, even more than on Calton Hill, and I was glad to have made the connection that led me there.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends adventure follows next week.

Intercity: Stirling

Stirling is Scotland’s sixth city, created by the Queen in 2002 for her Golden Jubilee. It is a place I’ve been to many times and for this Intercity series, I decided to write about the street or streets I associate with Stirling, namely the walk to the castle. Usually when I visit Stirling, I come by train and so it was this time, walking out of the station that wet and dismal afternoon and taking the well-trodden path. I turned up Friar’s Street, usually a place of strong sensory experiences, sometimes loud music from Europa Music, today pleasant garlicy food from one of the various eateries. Stirling has quite a few independent businesses, even on the back streets that lead up to the castle, though as many tattooists as anything else. On this occasion I refrained and walked on.


The many informative plaques that dot Stirling city centre informed this walk, particularly about the many buildings designed by John Allan, like the Tudor-esque building up Baker Street with the Stirling seal on the front, which I had never noticed before despite passing it many times over the years. It was raining a little but I wasn’t bothered, lingering a little to look around. I didn’t know that the cannons on Broad Street, facing down towards me as I walked, were installed in 1904, surplus to requirements up the road at the castle. Wonderfully, the War Office offered them to the council but neglected to mention that the council was to pay for them. Hence instead of the 12 the War Office wanted to offload, the cooncil bought four, two there and two nearby. I paused under the Mercat Cross, topped by our national animal, the unicorn, very appropriate as I visited on St. Andrew’s Day.


At the top was one of my favourite streets in the country, probably the most historically interesting, Edinburgh’s High Street excepted. I made sure I stopped by Mar’s Wark, home of the Earl of Mar, built to be near to the castle of which he was keeper in the 1570s. It felt like the Prime Minister being in Downing Street to be near Westminster. The frontage is magnificent, even if it is ruined, and I always like to look and imagine it in its day. I walked up by Argyll’s Lodging, the old military hospital, and up the stairs to be met by my first sight of Stirling Castle, my favourite of the big castles in Scotland, not least for the magnificent views, even from its Esplanade towards the Ochils, the mountains and the Wallace Monument, fields, towns and all else. It feels you can see all of Scotland from there and it is always nice to be there, even in the rain. It was only manners to finish this walk, go up to the castle, cross the drawbridge and in.

Thanks for reading. This is the second instalment of the Intercity series on Walking Talking. Glasgow came last week, another of Scotland’s seven cities follows next week.

Saturday Saunter: 12th January 2019

So, it’s Saturday Saunter time again and I wasn’t sure what to write today. I started to write a whole treatise about psychogeography and what it means to me but it was getting a bit meta and I was boring myself, to be quite frank. It might just have to be a bit of an aimless drift, just see where I get to.

As this is posted I will be on the way to work so I am writing this on Thursday night. On my telly is Springsteen on Broadway, which recently came on Netflix. It’s an acoustic concert with Bruce Springsteen singing and telling rambling stories. It’s not been too bad so far plus it is quite a nice soundtrack to writing. I work late on a Thursday so usually I’m not ready for bed for a while. I came in and did a bit of yoga, which I have been trying to get into. There was a whole lot of swearing as I tried some of the different poses in my book. I’ve sworn less at the football. Then I put Springsteen on and got my laptop out.


Last weekend I went to Dundee. I managed to cram a whole lot in, including some walks that will result in blog posts over the next few weeks. In the afternoon I ventured over to Fife and Cellardyke. Cellardyke is a village just along from Anstruther with old buildings and a stone-built harbour. From that harbour there is a great view right across the Forth to the Isle of May, the Bass Rock and North Berwick Law, on a good day almost to Dunbar, where I grew up. These were all familiar landmarks from my youth but in reverse. Anyway, Cellardyke is lovely and one day, probably by the time I’m 80 if things go the way they’re going, I would like to retire there, to a little writer’s garret with a sea view. I’ve been there on summer days and cold, wintry ones like Saturday when the sea was the colour of slate. The sunlight was rapidly fading as I walked and stood at the end of the pier for a few minutes. It was the right place to be, well and truly.

Springsteen’s just played Thunder Road. Cool.

While I was in Dundee, I managed to fit in that city’s contribution to the Intercity series, which should appear in about three weeks time. I chose Tannadice Street and Sandeman Street, which is much less glamorous than the Broomielaw or the High Street in Edinburgh but no less interesting. When I write these things, I tend to work from photos, notes and my memory and the piece gets written from there. I had planned to mention an old spinning mill that once sat on that street across from Tannadice. It interested me and could bring in some of Dundee’s industrial history, but as I wrote the piece on the bus home, it didn’t end up in it. I had looked up the street on Canmore and there had been interesting aerial photographs. The experiences of writing and walking are very, very different and it probably comes down to editing, the addition of a filter. I think of writing as like a patchwork. It is all in the stitching. I got a lot out of my trip last weekend, for writing and just generally. Just being able to ramble and explore was great.

On the bus I read Whisky From Small Glasses, a crime novel by Denzil Meyrick set in a fictional west coast town. It was well plotted and the characters had lots of depth, not always the case with crime fiction, and I’m looking forward to working through a few more of the series. I think I have the next one there to read soon.

This weekend I am working today and away again to Fife tomorrow. Fife might involve Dysart or the East Neuk. It’ll definitely involve fish and chips. We’ll see what happens before that.

Anyway, that’s the Saturday Saunter for today. Tomorrow it is Intercity and Stirling’s turn. Wednesday will be Loose Ends and a hill I might have been up last Saturday. Until next time, have a nice weekend. Toodle pip.

Postscript: Before I forget, it’s recommendation time. Jessica, who writes Diverting Journeys, usually reviewing museums, recently visited Glasgow and explored quite a lot of our fine city plus going to the Necropolis. Have a wee read of that. Also, Natalie at Wednesday’s Child wrote about January blues and I agreed with every word. Finally, Alex Cochrane wrote a good post about tea. I don’t like tea but I liked the words all the same.

Loose Ends: Calton Hill, again

Calton Hill was the place where Loose Ends left off, back in September, a fitting culmination of a few months of connected adventures including old football grounds, the Wild West, castles, bridges and fever hospitals. I was in Edinburgh just before Christmas and decided to start it all off again, beginning once more on Calton Hill, walking up on a suitably bracing December Saturday. It was bright as I headed up from Waterloo Place, as ever moving around the crowds who generally took the stairs rather than the winding way up the hill. There was a gorgeous light cast across the city, the buildings a golden brown hue, particularly across the New Town. From the prow of the hill a shadow was cast across the nearest streets, particularly London Road, a Lothian bus one of the few spots to escape the darkness.

Many connections come from this hill. Quite a few adventures have been launched from this place. The connection that came to mind, though, I can link into a trip very early in the New Year and it’ll be another hill in another city, one I’ve never been up before.

Thanks for reading. Another Loose Ends adventure follows next week.