A full week has passed since our arrival in St. Andrews, and we are getting settled in. It took us some back-and-forth with the school to enroll Leah and set her up in a classroom, so we filled our first few days of the week with more walks through town. Leah is a fan of the beaches, but my favorite spot in town is the Lade Braes, which is a walking path along a small creek that heads out of St. Andrews for almost two miles. The phrase Lade Braes is one of those terms that you can’t make sense of regardless of the number of times you hear it unless you know what is being discussed, but once you see one of the signs for the path around town, often recessed into a stone wall, it all makes sense. And once you take the path and see the water moving towards the town and pass the ruins of two water wheels, you understand why it’s there. The “Lade” means “lead” in that the stream was created to lead water into town, from a pond above a water mill, and the “Braes” refers to a Scottish word for high ground near a river. So: a stream bringing water down into town. Local reference books say the path was built to bring water to St. Andrews priory, and that was founded in 1140, but it’s possible that the stream existed before that, and was used for washing clothes and cleaning fish. You don’t see any of that today, fortunately—it’s filled with dog walkers, joggers and school children taking a short cut home. And now that I’m here, I will be among the throngs daily, looking for blooming bulbs and other signs of spring on my daily walk.
Leah on a Lade Braes walk |
We managed to have Leah enrolled in school on Wednesday and her first day was Thursday. She’s in Primary 6 (P6), which is the equivalent of fifth grade in the US. (The year that we call Kindergarten is P1 here, accounting for the numbering shift). The school is Greyfriars, a Catholic school that is state-funded (not uncommon here) and provides education to students in a specific “catchment.” Because it overlaps with the University, it’s a very diverse student population, and university kiddos’ comings-and-goings are relatively common. As a result, none of the teachers batted an eye when the head teacher took us around to introduce Leah and announce that she was beginning at the school the next day. She also reviewed the uniform requirements with Leah (tie and formal collared shirt are required under the school jumper, but no crest-emblazoned blazer for her, as was not the case for Emma and John when they attended secondary school here a few years ago) and explained that the school doesn’t allow any outdoor shoes so she would need some black plimsoles. Fortunately, we had secured some of those the weekend before in Dundee, along with a gym kit that is supposed to be left at the school for the term (another difference from the secondary school! Yuck!).
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