This morning dawned allf mountain misty. Burnbrae didn't want us to leave, and for that matter we were happy to comply. We put up a good fight though and managed to tear ourselves from its spell by late morning.
It's a special place for us, full of memories of good times and great friendship but when we are there we experience a sort of timelessness.
I want to was lyrical about it all, about being enveloped by it's warmth, hugged by its corridors, and likening it to an old and friendly security blanket, but I can't find words that don't make it all sound so corny and shallow.
We are heading north, back along the coast. Newcastle tonight, and more old friends.