Random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time.
Sunday, April 05, 2020
Hurst Point under a bridge.
Hurst Point headed for another.
Like young and light headed characters from some Enid Blyton tale we rode our bikes across the Forth Bridge today. Silver streaks in the morning mist, sun glinting on our polished helmets and sleek machines. There and back again, nice and early before the crowds and the social distancing police were about. What fun. Under the bridge there was a ship sailing east towards the rising sun, the Hurst Point, passing by on a milky sea. In a previous life I was aboard this ship numerous times, in all weathers getting up to ... actual business. Those days are gone and I don't really miss them but it was nice to see this old lady (?) sailing by and looking to be in decent health.