Sunday, January 5, 2014
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.
On the summit of Cairn O'Mount, between Aberdeenshire and Forfarshire, a solitary piper in full attire. Listening to him play ' Flowers of the Forest ' a group of twenty or so onlookers. Each deep in silent thought. A passing motorist parks and joins them. The piper stops and retrieves a container from his case. The motorist, thinking that the piper is about to ask for donations, digs in his pocket for change. It is only then, with hand outstretched and twenty faces glaring at him, that he recognizes that the container is an urn and that the piper is about to scatter the ashes of a loved one. Listening to this story on the phone Angus is glad that he's not the only one in the family that these embarassing moments happen to.
For those of us here in France a wet and windy day. Atlantic storms whipping off the Bay of Biscay. The washer and drier running round the clock to provide dog towels. The sort of day sane people stay indoors in the warmth. Dog owners do not fall into this category. Bob and Sophie having the wet and muddy time of their lives.