Centenary Year (cont)

Out to that most lovely of places in the Biggar Hills, Little Sparta. For the application of a meditative balm . Unlike old Hamilton Finlay himself who was more of a bam. There you go, a trademark MrP joke.  
 Later, I thought I’d get in touch with the Hearts to see if I could get a message and photo of the lad up on the screens at half time on Monday night. I can’t help myself. But then I was delighted to get a message back from their Comms guy: just as an aside, I went to high school with Robbie - he was in the year below and we used to hang out a bit back in the day. 
That made me very pleased. What made me less pleased later was viewing The Narrow Road to the Deep North. Not that it’s bad. No, not at all. But grim. Very grim. More balm needed.