Still enjoying my walkies

There's nothing like a dose of sea air for recharging the batteries, forgetting one's own woes and letting the mind breathe.

And here's a sort of relevant poem from Scotland's fine new Makar (National Poet).

FIANUIS 

By KATHLEEN JAMIE

Well, friend, we’re here again—

            sauntering the last half-mile to the land’s frayed end

to find what’s laid on for us, strewn across the turf—

gull feathers, bleached shells,

                                        a whole bull seal, bone-dry,

knackered from the rut

(we knock on his leathern head, but no one’s home).

Change, change—that’s what the terns scream

                                        down at their seaward rocks;

fleet clouds and salt kiss—

everything else is provisional,

                                        us and all our works.

I guess that’s why we like it here:

                         listen—a brief lull,

                                        a rock pipit’s seed-small notes.

“Fianuis” is from The Bonniest Company (2015) © Kathleen Jamie