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The New Forth Bridge, The Rail Bridge and Road Bridge

Soon I will be winging my way to Scotland for a six week holiday, it will be four years since I have been back, not that I expect to see many changes in the countryside or weather patterns, the changes I will see however, will be in my sister's grandchildren. This is when you realize that the years are ticking by and the youngsters are growing up and I will no doubt be looking up at them and they looking down to me. Also, an additional New Bridge over the River Forth which I will be looking forward to seeing.

As we get older we tend to look at life a little differently, with a view that perhaps in this instance for me, this may be the last time I will visit my birth place and meet up with family and dear friends. I do not like the thought of not seeing everyone again and so I shall go with the thought that I will be back one day.

I found this little story which is so true in many ways:

When you are little you love your house, no matter what. It’s your castle, your playground. Your fortress of solitude. No one has a porch as big as yours, and certainly they’ve never seen a deck and rope swing like the one you have out back. No sir. Then you grow up, move away. If you’re lucky, your parents stay — but every time you go back to visit, it gets just a bit smaller. Perhaps a tad shabbier. You stay away for a long time. When you finally go back home, you’re shocked. It’s run down, dusty, falling apart in places. At first you wrinkle your nose, but the more you look around, the harder you look, you see it. Those bits that you loved peek back at you. Your favourite reading spot is still there. And you realize you could never quit it entirely. In fact, you dream that maybe someday it could be your house. And you could fix it, make it better than it ever was. Maybe you can. Let’s hope so.


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