Poster wars.

On the way to Glasgow, to take part in the NASUWT hustings , Cathleen and I were talking about the sudden greeness of the trees, and remembering Larkin's poem:

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Coming back we observed the poster wars, which is sort of the same phenomenon but takes place once every four (or five) years at Spring time, rather than every year. In this battle for things "almost being said" and arguing for "afresh, afresh, afresh" it was neck and neck in Gourock between Labour, Lib Dem, Tory and Stuart MacMillan of the SNP (who was the only one with his picture on the lampposts). But over in Dunoon, as in this blip, it was the SNP that was winning , with second place to the Tories and no place at all to the Lib Dems (as yet). Thanks, team !