The SCRIBBLER and TRAVEL
And I'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea:
"There's nobody else in the world and the world was made for me."
-A.A. Milne
I have a terrible sense of direction. This is why, even in London where I've grown up or in Edinburgh where I've spent the last four years, I still find myself stumbling down roads wondering where on earth I've ended up and hoping that it's not going to end in the next episode of Silent Witness. Despite this, I like to go on long rambling walks - I'll walk two hours across town instead of taking the tube sometimes and on holidays I'll make excuses to disappear for a while, just so I can branch out and wander.
Why? Well there's a mixture of reasons - it's a rhythm that makes my thoughts spiral outwards and inwards in great breaths of philosophy and inanity. I have long, ridiculous conversations in my head, where I imagine what I'd say to this person or that person if I was brave enough and I win every argument I've ever been in with the benefit of hindsight. I also tell myslef stories. I might then contemplate the nature of being.
Most of the time when I wander, I do end up lost. But it's a good kind of lost.
Which is why this page is going to be the GO TO for 'where the Scribbler is going next'.
Currently, there are no plans for the Scribbler to go anywhere but Edinburgh.
