Patriot Games

A slightly longer than I anticipated bike ride in slightly windier than I anticipated conditions saw me taking in the delights of the National Flag Heritage Centre at Athelstaneford which then made me think about national identity which then made me think of this poem "Patriot" by the great Norman MacCaig..

My only country
is six feet high
and whether I love it or not
I'll die
for its independence.

After that it was up to Gullane, along to Longniddry and then home in time to polish off the kids leftovers from lunch. They are all off now en-masse for a group dental appointment which means I'm free to finish off this document that's been hanging around all week (and post my blip).