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A foreign exchange 

  
This summer L and I have had the good pleasure of hosting two girls from France. Not at the same time and not of the same age. 

Visitor un arrived just as the weather began to turn to shit in Edinburgh. Was that July? Can we have a retake? Z wasn’t having any of it and bundles under soany layers of my borrowed clothes that I sometimes could hardly see her amongst the sweaters, cardies and blankets. Unfortunately as well, L spiked high fevers several night and days running. NHS 24 were called so frequently I’m surprised they didn’t say ‘Oh, Ms Harrison, you again?!’ upon hearing my anxious voice.

Highlights from Z’s trip include a drive in the countryside, watching Amelie three times, and chasing after L in the museum on Chambers Street.

Thank goodness the weather pulled its socks up and decided to play along with Summer by the time G arrived. Older than the former and so independent. It’s been lovely having her here to stay. 

Obviously we took in some of the Fringe.  We saw acrobatic swing dancing, David O’Doherty, and enjoyed walking through the crowds milling around the big tents. Yesterday we toured art venues galore, taking in the Collective’s views from Calton Hill, dipping down to maker space and activity in Gayfield Square then rounding it all off with M.C. Escher.

A word about Escher: Wow. Another word about Escher: Wow. The man had skillz. Very stupidly, I didn’t realise most of his works were made using woodblock prints. Astounding. If you look at the minute detail it blows you away. I liked his lesser known works, the landscapes of southern Italy. Truly beautiful.

And this was summer. Next: A birthday and my holiday to Sintra.

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I am an artist living and working in a rather gorgeous city. My art can be purchased in various shops throughout the city as well as from my online shop. I also work as a primary school art teacher. I feel lucky that I can divide my time between the two activities.

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