Homeland.
Identity.
I know that there will always be
a part of me…
forever
the vessel
there holding the sea.
But in my mind’s eye,
I am just a child,
buoyed and jeered on by the aquamarine.
That larger than my life
enormous
entity.
Racing the seafoam
sublimity.
-Niala Lewis
When I had first planned my trip to Scotland, I had no idea that my journey would end in Pittenweem. I had been made aware of the town through a colleague at work, so I made a side note in my mind and promised to look into it, while I nervously plotted my journey from Glasgow in a clockwise direction.
I quickly discovered that the two weeks I had were not nearly going to be enough, forcing me to refocus my trip and to aim for quality of experience, as opposed to ticking off all the boxes of must do's. And so it was that I finally typed the word "Pittenweem" into my search bar.
It was like being hit with a sledgehammer, love at first sight. "Omg" I enthused to my friend when I saw him next at work, "your place is so beautiful! Why didn't you tell me?". He looked at me with a knowing, yet slightly exasperated smile, of course he had tried to, many times, but I had not listened.
Day after day, my news feed began to be regale me with more and more images of the town, until one day I saw him looming over the breakwater; his arms in open embrace, urging me to come, speaking to my heart...and so a love story was born. I had met "The Beast of Pittenweem."
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