With Aki hunkered down on Chicken Ridge her human family flew to Edinburg — a place different in time, place, architecture but not weather. That makes us feel at home as does the pure light shinning on the castle walls. Minutes ago it rained, which is rude for a traveler when the temperature is in the 40’s.

The town hasn’t changed much since Scotland signed a unity pact with England, which stopped periodic attempts of those southern neighbors to destroy the town. The resulting uniformity makes the town a Georgian forest of stone. Its a place to expect funeral processions around each corner.

We leave the city for Loch Lomand and the surrounding mountains where blue hyannith flowers carpet the forest ground. There is a green leafed beauty here that links us with home.