The Silvery Tay

It’s impossible to be here without thinking of the immortal lines (or lioness, as autocorrect supplied for my little typo) of William Topaz McGonagall. (Scotland’s second-best known poet, apparently …

‘Beautiful railway bridge of the silvery Tay
With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array
And your central girders which seem to the eye
To be almost towering to the sky’.

They are helpfully cast in concrete on the walkway …

Our journey here was full of ridiculous little frustrations. Heading for the hills tomorrow to blow away the cobwebs.