The Edinburgh Reporter September 2022

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Taking in the sights
Care home residents get out and about
By STAFF REPORTER
ELDERLY RESIDENTS at Glencairn
Care Home in Edinburgh have been
out enjoying the wonders of the
capital this summer, with a full
programme of fun activities
including rickshaw rides, theatre
visits and musical performances.
Residents of the care home
located in Marchmont, have had a
busy calendar of socialising and
events to see them through the
summer months all part of the
home’s ongoing commitment to
being a ‘people-first’ home which
centres decisions around the needs
of the residents.
Exploring the streets of
Edinburgh using pedal power
with Lissa McIntyre and her
trishaw Betsy, the group have been
experiencing the capital city at a
much more leisurely pace while
taking in the sites of the Meadows,
Bruntsfield and Morningside.
Jozi Stables, Manager, Glencairn
Care Home said: “Providing the
residents of Glencairn with a full
and enjoyable social calendar
provides so much more than just a
break from the daily routine of the
home but it helps our residents to
retain a sense of their identity,
adventure and provides a rich and
enjoyable life.
“We pride ourselves on bringing
unique experiences to the home and
also creating fun and adventurous
excursion for our residents. The
activities feed into the overall care
ethos we have here at Glencairn
which is ensuring the needs of our
residents come first and we work
closely with them to design plans
that suit their recreation, care and
wellbeing needs.”
The home, managed by
Renaissance Care Homes, is one
of sixteen homes located across
Scotland and currently provides care
provision for 26 residents.
Pensioners
enjoying a
rickshaw ride
A Boy’s Saturday Night
A poem by George Bruce OBE MA
In summer the sky
Was lit late.
Nearby the beach
Were stalls, swing boats,
Steam driven round-abouts
Gold horses of wood
Or bright red chair-o-planes
And mechanical music.
On the links stood
A boxing booth.
‘Boys half price for the boxing.’
The fishermen spent money here.
Here Rob Burke was at work
Taking all comers
Till dark.
He put the finger of his glove
To his flat nose, snorted,
And then spat.
Short work was made of
Our Tom Scott.
We saw even the dust rise.
Outside the land was black.
‘That’s queer’ I said,
‘Sea’s lit - like a lamp.’
Poem courtesy by
The Scottish Poetry Library