1987

Was the last time we met. As you might have seen, J and I started a collaborative project last year - J would send me a poem and I would send back a photo, inspired by her words, inspiring her to write another poem. And so on. And a selection from the collection of words and pictures was displayed in the Porty Lightbox as part of Art Walk Porty.
And today we met. Despite some people saying it would spoil the story, it was great to meet again after all this time, although an hour and a half wasn't nearly enough to catch up on almost thirty years of our lives. Hopefully we will meet again before too long and have a chance for a longer conversation. J was only up for a brief visit to Scotland and had a full schedule of people to see. She said it was strange arriving in Portobello on the bus and recognising places that she had only seen in photographs that she had pondered over and written poems 'about', like the Turkish barber.