Posting tody fom my parents house in Inverness, where the nostalgia is both brilliant and terrible in its aching sadness. The keyboard is also awful, fyi.
It’s nearly the new council tax month, and things are looking grim. I can just support rent and food on my wage, but add counci tax and, well… consider ou food allowances right now are about £20 for the month, you can guess there will be trouble.
One of the things I love about this house is having so much of… everything. Food, internet, constant heating, satellite TV. I can be here without breathing in my own money worries.
But I miss Nairn.
A weekend or so ago, I just speant a day walking along the coastline of the town and I realised I’d forgotten why I moved there. It’s beautiful truly an artist towns with it’s grey sands and bleaks seas, it’s crashing waves and it’s gothic, poetic and altogether Scottish beauty.
I get so caught up in the utter lack of shops and facilities there that I forget how much I love it for being it’s rural, coastal, beautiful self – complete with drunks and neds and annoying undeages trying to get sold booze from casiers who are far from gullible enough.
In short: Nairn <3
[Image: A beautiful Nairn beach by freeskiing on Flickr.]