View

This was my dawn view across Wigtown Bay - the mare is elderly and has a lung problem (!) and coughed through the night but was very gentle with her young white stallion.

Swam in Rigg Bay and walked to Cruggleton Castle on the headland.

'When from a long distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and shattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection'. [from Proust]