Paradise Enow

'A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow! '

Well, better forget the bread, substitute Lewis Man for the poetry and maybe forget about the singing Lordship. Paradise indeed.

There was another trip down to sunny Leith this morning to collect His Lordship's new glasses, and time for me to watch the huge cruise ship Azamara docking in Western Harbour,and notice the Silver Cloud already in port, both of them completely overwhelming the Royal yacht in size.

It's salad again for tea, but before that, a sit in the sun with a glass of Rosé and some sociability with an old former school mate.

Paradise enow indeed