Sunday 13th March - Historic Scotland

I had hoped that it would stop raining later in the day so that I could climb St Rule's Tower and take some nice photos. Alas, the heavens opened and the rain kept on falling. That said, I thought it would be a waste if I did not use the free voucher I found on the Historic Scotland website, so I went ahead anyway.


The view from the top was breathtaking. I can only imagine how much more beautiful St Andrews would look with clear skies and the sun shining. The climb to the top is not for the fainthearted, especially if you're claustrophobic. I've climbed to the top of the Cupola of St Peter's Basilica in Rome before, and although it is a lot more tiring than climbing St Rule's, that feeling of 'when will the spiralling end?' was something I couldn't quite shake off.

If you'd like to see the photos I took just click here.

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Whilst reading for one of my seminars I stumbled across this. I post it here because I feel like I know what she means:

I cannot remember the day when I felt for the first time that not everything was irretrievably lost. ... One day I noticed that I had ceased to be only a facade. I exist, I breathe. I wanted again to have influence over events. Slowly I regained consciousness and saw what was left of me.

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