This train is for Cambridge.
It's funny: looking at today's pictures, I see that there was a considerable amount of blue sky in Edinburgh this morning and afternoon.
But it was such a changeable day, weather-wise, that what I remember is having ducked out into the falling snow, just to document that it was really there. And what I remember is having had to relearn very quickly what my feet and legs do differently when faced with slush-slippened hills. The flakes on my friends' neighbours' roofs this morning were the first I've seen in person since last winter.
And the snow? Not even the most excellent thing I saw today. Not by a long shot.
Tonight I lay my head down on my own pillow.