Friday, March 31, 2006

A day in St. Andrews

Getting up at half past three in the morning is never particularly pleasant. But I today I had a seven o'clock flight from Exeter up to Edinburgh so I could make it into St. Andrews for a meeting at just after nine o'clock, and that meant a half past three start. Couldn't be helped, and all told, I survived the experience relatively intact. At least, nothing several cups of the strongest coffee I could get my hands on didn't cure...

BE 211 to Edinburgh

It was awfully strange going back to St. Andrews after so many years away from the place. I was trying to recall the last time I was back and I think it has to be at least eight years ago. A long time away from a place, especially somewhere like St. Andrews where change runs at such a slow pace that you expect things to be the same as when you left, and when it isn't, it comes as a shock.

I don't know whether returning to St. Andrews has left me feeling young, almost as if I was an undergraduate again, or old and tired, and some what out of sorts about how long ago it all was...

I've spent the day curiously unsettled, it's odd how the mind plays tricks on us at times, I found myself walking along South Street this evening almost expecting to bump into some of the old gang. It really is true, youth is wasted on the young.