My bench with a view…

My bench with a view

I’ve lived in Kinghorn in Fife on the east coast of Scotland for 12 years now. It truly feels like my home and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, despite how much I moan about the cold and the rain.

I had a glorious walk in the sunshine this morning and ended up at my bench with a view. It’s my little spot of heaven, especially on a day like today. I treat this bench like a friend and say hello to it whenever I take a seat and ask it how it’s doing. People may think I’m mad, but I don’t care.

This bench is always there for me whatever the weather, whatever my mood. It listens to me and doesn’t judge. I’ve sat here crying, I’ve sat here laughing, I’ve sat in silence and I’ve often sat here ranting like a mad person and got things off my chest. Sitting here helps me see the bigger picture. I can breathe and just chill out.

I used to come and sit here when my son was a baby and let him sleep in the pram while I read a book. It’s always been a place for quiet contemplation and the view is always stunning. I’ve watched dolphins from here and kite surfers and the new Queensferry Crossing being built.

My bench with a view

Lately I’ve taken up marching/walking in Lockdown as a means to keep active and clear my head of the detritus and to get some time on my own. No matter how much I love my partner and my boy, it is annoying being cooped up in the house with them 24/7 and I need to get out and have some time to myself. I use the time to think, listen to music and just recently, to meet up with my friend Marion.

She lives in Burntisland so walks to Kinghorn, we then walk back to Burntisland together and chat on the way and then I walk back to Kinghorn on my own. We alternate who starts off and we’re trying to do this three times a week.

It’s so lovely to talk to a fellow like minded human and sorry boys, get some female company! It makes a very pleasant change!

I really upped my tempo on the way home today which is ever so slightly uphill and I decided to sit down on my bench to catch my breath before I set off for home. Just as I sat down The Great Gig in the Sky by Pink Floyd came through my headphones with the amazing vocals of Clare Torry. It was just perfect! It’s a song about dying, but it’s so uplifting…can it be called a song, when it has no lyrics?

And I am not frightened of dying
Any time will do, I don’t mind
Why should I be frightened of dying?
There’s no reason for it
You’ve gotta go sometime

My sentiments exactly… but I’m planning on sticking around a little while longer, thank you very much!

2 thoughts on “My bench with a view…

  1. Francesca M Austin says:

    Beautiful spot. I’ve never been to Scotland but my mother’s family migrated from there many years ago, to Nova Scotia and then to Gloucester Massachusetts in the US. Would love to go, but I actually don’t like cold rain so I’m always hesitant to plan a few days trip there – because of the weather!

    • Evie Milo says:

      It’s nice and warm at the moment, but we can get 4 seasons in one day here, so booking a trip can be risky ans you just don’t know what you’re going to get!

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