Pondlife II

A walk down the Granton Gyre blowing away the cobwebs and thoughts of fat men in red suits.

Dumped Christmas trees, lush and green lay drunkenly around the site office. Old fridge and a rank three piece suite.

It's been a while since I'd been down here, new gates...repaired fences...old ponds.

“I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.”

Joseph Conrad. Heart of Darkness