The Tree

My parents have such a rigid schedule that their days follow. I can't talk, I know, in fact I am sure it is where I get my obsessive compulsive nature from. Every day, after dinner, they don their walking shoes and head out into the Border countryside. I know I am lucky to have a home somewhere buried amongst so much natural beauty, with scenic routes radiating from these four stone walls in all directions. Today I tagged along with them to the loch along the road.

Now I am glad I did.

The title comes from a song by a great Scottish band, Capercaillie. My like for them I have, once again, inherited from my parents.

Hot diggity damn it's good to be home.