I saw oystercatchers twice, last weekend - haven't seen any in years, and then I catch a couple flying over Salford - that certainly surprised me - and another pair in a field in the Pentlands. They made nicely designed bookends to a weekend in Edinburgh. We go up most years to watch Scotland play rugby. I almost said to watch them lose, but that wouldn't be fair and besides isn't wholly the point - we enjoy the trip to Murrayfield anyway, though a win is better still.
We wandered round central Edinburgh on the Saturday morning, and included Rose Street (I don't usually bother - I'm sure I remember it as mostly pubs, and if you're not going to a pub then there doesn't seem much point). Glad we did - it was filled with poetry! Planters all the way along, with poems by the likes of Norman MacCaig and Iain Crichton Smith around each one.
We wandered round central Edinburgh on the Saturday morning, and included Rose Street (I don't usually bother - I'm sure I remember it as mostly pubs, and if you're not going to a pub then there doesn't seem much point). Glad we did - it was filled with poetry! Planters all the way along, with poems by the likes of Norman MacCaig and Iain Crichton Smith around each one.
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And towards the castle end a series of panels of a George Mackay Brown poem. All rather lovely.
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Since when I should have been hard at work preparing for the Leeds artists book fair this coming weekend. Well, I have been, but with an inevitability from which by now I really should have gleaned something, the time was nowhere near as big as the workload, so I'm suffering a certain level of panic. Shouldn't be spending time writing this, really. Back to work.
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