Over the past couple of weeks we've attended our children's respective university orchestra concerts. First was St Andrews - an after-work dash from the city up through the Fife countryside. It felt as if we'd travelled hundreds of miles rather than fifty, so great was the contrast between rush hour Edinburgh and the university town on the edge of the winter darkness of the North Sea.
The following week was Glasgow, on a night of 'bitter chill'. It was rather wonderful to go into the Students' Union and find a large fireplace on the main landing, with a glowing coal fire. Of course I had to take a photo - somewhat blurred because of the desperate uncoolness of being a mother taking a photo - of anything really - but most of all of a coal fire.