Day 135 - 09:14am, 15 May 2019
One of the first signals that summer is getting nearer is to see and/or hear the pipers at the barracks practising for the Edinburgh tattoo. Today, as we walk back from school, we both hear and then see them.
I am of two minds as to what I think of pipe music, not just this minute, but in general. Perhaps as a result of having had to endure too many pipers mangling elevator music on Princes Street, my head says no to its brash warbling. Yet, it still needles at the heart: there is something very stirring about flecks of pipe music undulating across a landscape. When at a distance, it turns out I do like piping.
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