Sunday, 17 May 2015

An Hour in Kirkcaldy

An interpreter's life is a pretty sweet deal. You get to constantly learn new things, meet new people, and see new places. Or at least see the insides of hospitals and administrative edifies in said new places. But when weather and time permit such business trips are a real treat.

Last week I was in Kirkcaldy. It is a charming town that has been through turbulent times, just like all other mining towns around Scotland, that have shaped its looks and its people. And yet it offered me unmatched hospitality. I listened to stories about the flooding of the mines whose seams stretch under the sea; the butcher shop that had saw dust on the floor and is no longer part of the High Street; the sound of the crashing waves that wake people in the morning. I walked down the new marina and peeked into the numerous boutiques and charity shops, and just before the rain drops started rumbling on the ground I was on the train back to Edinburgh.


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