Pittulie Castle.
When Grey Granite left Scotland the castle was surrounded by fields of ripe grain, transformed in her absence to stubble and ploughed land.
Grey Granite has been on an extraordinary, surreal expedition to London and France. This took her outside her comfort zone in many spheres; emotional, linguistic, social, geographic, climatic and cultural. So sudden and precipitous was the journey that only on her return was she able to work out just where in France she had been.(The Charante) The expedition was made bearable by the kindness of friends in London and beautiful surroundings and gracious, highly cultured hosts in France. A pictorial record will appear in due course.
On her return to the familiarity of Buchan, Grey Granite was relieved to experience bearable temperatures and to be back within sight and sound of the sea.
Walking past Pittulie Castle,she sensed that she had left Scotland in summer and returned in autumn. This seemed an apposite metaphor for the catastrophe which gave rise to this journey, 'all having been thrown into confusion and disarray.'
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