Poetry

Walked into the village in the morning, with Meles, J, S and R. We went a slightly different way from my normal route, and then took a loop round to see the wonderful Finlanrig Castle before heading back to Firbush.
M did her usual witchy trick of invoking red squirrels, three youngsters who amused us by chasing each other round the larches. Also saw some long-tailed tits feeding on the ground, which I had never seen before.
The evening was the belated Burns' Supper and Ceilidh, wonderful fun, as always, and good to catch up with Jan the Flemish bagpiper.