I think that I shall never see...

...A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast.

I spent most of today in a wee village on the A68 about 20-odd miles from Edinburgh.

Lauder?

I SPENT MOST OF TODAY IN A WEE VILLAGE ON THE A68 ABOUT 20-ODD MILES FROM EDINBURGH.

(PS. Thank you all for kind blip-wishes yesterday.)