Edinburgh, Belgrave Terrace Phone Case

Many years ago, in childhood, my granny lived near here. In a brief flash of freedom I was allowed to explore the quiet, sleepy crescents that formed a block. The sun soaked into the sand coloured stone, turning it to gold. Railings marked the border of a magical, and alas, forbidden world of private gardens, an enchanted place of immaculate lawns and slopes. I felt the late afternoon sun on my skin, and the cooing of pigeons and fleeting music that murmured around me.