Perth – my home
London. Edinburgh. Glasgow. I have lived and worked in all three cities but none have captured my heart quite like Perth. This city stands apart from all others I have visited. The people, the communities, the beauty. Early morning walks with my dog through the local parks flanked by the river Tay, cycling to work along the Lade catching glimpses of kingfishers, discovering trails and pictish history on local hills, museums, galleries, libraries, a feast of locally produced food and drink, art galleries, independent shops. Just some of the reasons I love this city. A beautiful city garden, the vennels, parks, the concert hall, our theatre, the bars and unique restaurants. I wasn’t born in this city but it is my home and I am glad I found it. Nowhere is perfect. We have empty shops like so many cities up and down this country. Buildings lie dormant, overlooked by passerby’s, branded eyesores, hiding potential. Perth – the ancient capital of Scotland, my home and worthy of the title – City of Culture.