Idag blir det bara drömmerier här. Musik och gamla minnen från resor i Skottland.
Den här bilden är från Isle of May i Kungadömet Fife (låter som Tolkien varit där) -
och här har lunnefåglarna nyss landat för sin trevliga parningssäsong, hörde jag idag från
naturvårdaren på ön. Just på denna ö har jag inte varit, den är för övrigt bara nån dryg kilometer lång, men på många andra skotska öar har jag vandrat i timmar utan tid.
Detta blå hav, denna himmel. Let´s arise and go now, to the Island of the Free.
Eller som W.B Yeats skrev: The Lake of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
(W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939)
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
(W. B. Yeats - 1865-1939)