Saturday 16 - Thursday 21st February
There's not a lot to say here, and not a lot to photograph. I left Edinburgh on Saturday morning to return home. The train journey was uneventful, apart from the difficulty of translation of the muffled train announcements. Since both my parents had Scottish accents, I generally have no difficulty, but the train's public address system was particularly muffled. And the café, in a possible attempt to puzzle tourists, was in coach J. Now the letter J (pronounced, English-fashion, Jay, to rhyme with 'lay') does not exist in Scotland. The Scottish version of the letter J is pronounced Jie, to rhyme with 'lie'). This, combined with the muffled tone of the announcements, led to the non-Scots speaking passengers asking everybody who passed them where the café coach was and the unfortunate train attendants having to count on their fingers before saying 'it's 3 coaches away in that direction' in order to be understood.
Once home, I had the usual post-holiday laundry festival. I walked into Oxted a couple of times for shopping and to visit the Library. I was delighted to see the first signs of spring in the lovely yellow Crocus in the lane.
There had been beautiful snowdrops at Edinburgh Zoo, but somehow yellow crocus seem more spring-like.
Later in the week, I had to start getting ready for my short visit to Malta. My sister has a horrible persistent cough, so we decide to go somewhere warmer for a few days to see if that would help to clear it up.
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