Small voyager

A view from Inverness Castle, and an extra too.

Life events can come in clutches, sad, surprising, hopeful.

Today was one of those, a funeral, a birthday, news of a baby and - as I was standing on the castle ramparts - a phonecall to say our offer for a new house has been accepted.

Thinking of my Uncle Donald, who we remembered today, I am adding some lines from George Mackay Brown, the bard of Orkney:

Wait a while, small voyager
On the shore, with seapinks and shells.
The boat
Will take a few summers to build
That you must make your voyage in.
You will learn the names.
That golden light is ‘sun ~ ‘moon’
The silver light
That grows and dwindles.
And the beautiful small splinters
That wet the stones, ‘rain’.