Five years ago we spent the summer in Edinburgh, Scotland. We were there for my husband’s masters writing program and since I have the summers off, I was free to tag along and explore while he was in class.
I quickly established a schedule of my own once we got settled in Edinburgh. Run the park in the morning, explore a new neighborhood or site by day, and close out the late afternoon to rest my legs by curling up with a good book and a cup of tea. And shortbread.
Around the corner from our rented apartment was the tiniest, most wonderful little bakery. In its big square window sat dazzling pastries, biscuits, and the most perfect, buttery squares of shortbread. Tired, slightly cold, and usually somewhat wet from the day’s rain, I’d scrounge for change in my pocket and go in to get a few pieces before returning home….