The sea inside

After twenty years living in Melbourne, I returned home to Scotland, Edinburgh.

My dad had his butchers shop in Portobello, salt of the earth and place of the North Sea.  An old defunct holiday resort, currently being gentrified.

Growing up here[there] I spent days and nights in the pool shed, drinking cider and staring out into the fog of the north sea. We dreamt of leaving.

At 28 I left. Went to Melbourne. I met a guy called Simon who has a house on Rhyll.

Both these places have there significance to me now, and although both are the sea, they come from very different streams.

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