Upon moving to Edinburgh, I discovered a lovely bookshop around the corner called Golden Hare Books
. They even have a book club that suits my Birthday List
needs. This nearby luxury was short-lived: not long after we met, the hare moved away to a new part of town.
Instead of lamenting the loss of my new love, its relocation became a quest for a mini adventure to Stockbridge, a lovely little pocket of a neighbourhood not too far away. Twas a good way to practice cycling in the big city (bigger than I’ve ever cycled in anyway), and to wander around its paths and corners.
My visit to Stockbridge was short, but in it were many discoveries: someday I must return for their famous Sunday market, and for this week’s Stockfest celebrations.
Sometimes a destination just slightly out of the way can lead to the most lovely of mini adventures; it’s just a matter of calling it such.