Thursday, 15 April 2021

Kinnoull Hill

This walk became a bit of a challenge for my Post-Covid-Post-Guillain-Barre Syndrome but slowly recovering wobbly legs and damaged peripheral nervous system, but I made it, and was glad to have done so.

A pause to look back after a gentle start

Chasing Margaret, as usual

Beside the ruins

The Tay wends its way towards Dundee

Wednesday, 14 April 2021

Woodland walking

The Firth of Tay from Ninewells Hospital's "Therapeutic Woodland"

The view towards Perth from St. Magdalene's Hill woodland path

Monday, 12 April 2021

The light and the dark

It is the best time of the year, for me, as the light steadily banishes the dark, both across the skies and inside my mind. Buds of optimism swell, then open into leaves and often even flowers. Never mind that the flowers will wither and the leaves will fall; for this year, like every year, I will construct a new plan to survive the dark. Some years, the plan even works, mostly.

Friday, 9 April 2021

Barbed and beyond

Just West of Gleneagles a new elite golf course has been constructed, at present rather unremarkably called Gleneagles West, but has remained unused for some years due to the economic downturn, delaying completion of the clubhouse, hotel and houses. I doubt if I will ever be able to play golf  beyond the barbed wire, although our "right to roam" law will let me walk. It has a nice view.

Thursday, 8 April 2021

Four homes

The old lady with the grey face and pink dressing gown
looks older every evening
which I suppose she is
but why, I wonder, does she sit there
with wide open curtains in a brightly lit lounge
slumped before the television for all to see

The middle aged lady with the jet black hair
alone on her sofa with a bottle of wine and one glass
most nights, almost all nights
with curtains wide open and her solitude lit up
for all to see

The inhabitants of Number 29
with curtains drawn all of the time
day and night, rain and shine
Why are they never looking out
but forever shut in, for none to see

The dog, I understand
Big Golden Retriever
with paws over the back of a soft chair
forever watching everything there is to see 

And out there, walking, walking, walking
there is always me

Wednesday, 7 April 2021

Who says this is not my bed?


Apparently Rascal now owns everything. Funny how when the old guy arrived from the rescue centre a few years ago it was made very clear to him and to everyone else that he was not allowed into the bedroom, let alone onto the bed.

Image by Alison Scott