When the haar rolls in.

The Tay has so many different moods. I would never be able to choose a favourite so I'll just enjoy it (there's a message in there somewhere). This is one of the Tay's slightly less common moods. The melancholic beauty of the rolling haar brings its own kind of magic, and James Yorkston provides the perfect soundtrack.

"...The genius is the subtlety of the waves lapping on the shore,
Slowly taking over the dry shale
With it's salty tongue like a lounge singer,
And uppity nonchalance
Uncaring for the land it's reclaiming,
Uncaring for the crowds it's drawing,
The next day I shall walk in it's wake.
Discovering the bones and the pottery once a native of this shoreline
paying a visit to the coast hoping to be recognised by
descendants of descendants and taken in and loved.

When the saddening sweeps through me,
Like a stubborn sea wind,
When I'm feeling my worst,
And the best news in world fails to move me
And I cannot bare your touch or to share a word,
Or gossip or humour,
Well that's when I need you most,
Just to be here to be quiet and warm and free with the drink
Until I forget such moments exist

When the haar rolls in it's just a question of waiting it out
and that's when the music, I swear, it gets me through
I close my eyes and everything is OK.
When the haar rolls in it's just a question of waiting things out
and that's when the music I swear it gets me through
I close my eyes and everything is OK"