Another glorious day, which reminds me of my favourite poem:
Scotland by Alastair Reid
It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet
when larks rose on long thin strings of singing
and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels.
Greenness entered the body. The grasses
shivered with presences and sunlight
stayed like a halo on hair and heather and hills.
Walking into town, I saw, in a radiant raincoat, the woman from the fish-shop.
'What a day it is!' cried I, like a sunstruck madman.
And what did she have to say for it?
Her brow grew bleak, her ancestors raged in their graves
as she spoke with their ancient misery:
'We'll pay for it, we'll pay for it, we'll pay for it!'
Hence today's picture - my little cherub, my actual angel (part-time).
Miss M and Granny in the garden - I spent the best part of the afternoon trying to get a picture of M when she wasn't running around, usually away. Dunno where she gets all the energy! Or Granny for that matter..!
One of the nicest cycle paths I've seen - well, it'd be hard not to be in this scenery! Creag Dubh, the 'black rock' is the er, dark mountain (damn near a Munro says my dad) in the background.
A paddling pool day - it was hot and sunny, in between the thundery showers. The kids (and their granny and me) had a ball with the paddling pool.
