Here, where the noises of the busy town, / The ocean’s plunge and roar can enter not, / We stand…
Saint Andra o the Blessed Beuk, / as Scottish as a Heelan Duke.
On day 1, explore Edinburgh Castle sitting proud: / find the modest crown of a far from quiet country, /…
The auld Assembly-rooms, whaur Scott
foregethert wi his fiers,
nou see a gey kenspeckle lot
ablow the chandeliers.
If all the year were playing holidays, / To sport would be as tedious as to work.
/ (for Mateo)
/ I remember your Moses basket before you were born.
/ I’d stare at the fleecy white sheet for days, weeks,
We would be snaking up Loch Lomond, the
/ road narrow and winding after the turn at Tarbert,
/ and we’d be bending branches…