Homeward Bound

Brandy for the Parson, ’Baccy for the Clerk; Laces for a lady, letters for a spy – Rudyard Kipling Like Border Reivers we slipped ashore with the booty. The harsh tattoo of a winter squall muffling the sound as we sped along the drovers’ road enveloped in a night as dark as a conjurer’s cloak. Truckles of crumbly cheese … More Homeward Bound

In Memoriam

Throw roses on the sea where the dead went down. The roses speak to the sea, And the sea to the dead. Throw roses, O lovers– Let the leaves wash on the salt in the sun. Carl Sandberg (1878-1967)