Wonderful though Scottish hotels in Arran, Islay, Applecross and Ullapool are, their only occasional internet, plus the lack of desk space, meant my laptop mostly stayed in its bag. Against that, the scenery was fantastic, and (unusually!) no rain meant we could see it in full glory, while bookshops and distilleries gave plenty of opportunities to pause. So my thanks to those of you who made entertaining appearances.
Words for next week (when I trust my attention will be better focussed) : delirious open song
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Thresholds new [27]
ReplyDeleteRaven had taken time to absorb their accusation. I’d watched his face. What made the greatest impact was the parallel histories of our births: each of us lullabied in infancy with a song in which customary celebration was drowned by the deliriousness of mourning, constrained by the inability to openly – justifiably -- ascribe blame to an innocent babe scratching at the conscience of the bereaved whose treatment of us, however well-intentioned, had inevitably scarred our growing up.
The cousins had absorbed this already. Question now was whose side would they take?
And what was Egesa to them?