Greenknowe Tower, Gordon. Borders.
Sorry I missed the usual Sunday posting as The Lovely G and I have been away at a wedding in the Yorshire Dales - the heart of Bronte country to be exact - and got back late Sunday. As you can tell, I'm not organised enough to plan posting ahead.
The wedding was a lovely and slightly unusual one, so there will be more about it in due course.
Another poem from Norman MacCaig.
My American friends,
Who claim Scots ancestry,
Have been touring Scotland.
In ten days they visited,
Eleven castles. I smiled -
They said they preferred,
The ruined ones. I smiled again.
Craigmillar Castle, Edinburgh.
See you later.