Craggy Island

Today's adventure by the Tay lead to the discover of a little outcropping of rocks, connected to the mainland by a narrow pebble beach. I have never seen the connection before, I think the tide must have been pretty low.

Sitting on the island (yes, I am calling it an island now) was one of the nicest things I've ever done - there is something perfect about warm summer evenings combined with the sound of water. It reminds me of Eeva's summer cottage in Finland, or being woken up by the sun when I was knee-high to a grasshopper and on a camping holiday with my family. These moments, and really being in these moments, are the best experiences. It's the simple things.

I was tempted to try to meditate, and then we realised that the tide was coming in fast. And with my attention span, who am I kidding anyway? Sadly we did not have time to place a flag before we left, and as soon as we made it back to the path a couple of pigeons flew in a claimed the island back. We looked for our pal, the Heron (or Herr Heron, as he is now called) but he wasn't around, though we did see the Swan family again.

"A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries."