Rowan blow

Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three,
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.

I feel rough. At home windfall apples need saved from slugs. Four crates find their way into the fridge.

Claire’s favourite Rowan has been cowped by last week’s wind. It’s a sad sight. The only reason it’s not blocking the track is that it’s lodged on the ash next to it.

Angus and his bike need taken to Glasgow. Hamish is going to stack some wood for us. Megan is up Glencoe. Claire is busy rescuing a dog at Port Seton.

I stop on the way to Kinghorn and grab twenty winks in a lay-by. Somewhat refreshed, I find Claire’s flat, which is weird in many respects. Her room has great views, but is very small. Someone has chiselled the door surround to accommodate the handle. The bathroom wall bisects the window incomprehensibly. It’s o so quiet.