Inverurie station

I woke quite early and listened to the radio on my MP3, shipping forecast to Sunday service.

Didn't do much in the morning. We watched a bit of the wheelchair Marathon and Ali packed for their holiday.

After brunch it was up to the station for the train to Aberdeen and then on to Edinburgh. Going home seemed the right thing to do.

I love Inverurie, it was my home for over 24 years and I worked there for 2 and half years before that. My family roots are there. For that 24 years I lived, unknown at the time, in a house built by my mother's second cousin. I didn't find that out till we soldm the house. how weird is that? My family are buried in Kintore, #1 son was baptised there. But it can't be my home any more. I can't go back and I have no need to go back now. I can't go back because I can't risk running in to D and his young fiancee/wife.

Anyway, between listening to my book and dozing the journey home passed quite quickly. I was glad to be home., It is my place.