Well the weather has been disappointing to put it mildly – but it hasn’t stopped me getting out.
Cost £27.20 (including a one day multi ride ticket in the City)
Miles travelled: 679.7
Average cost: 4 pence per mile
Steps taken: 94,433
Photos taken: 405
So I have travelled much less far on the buses because I have had to do some work too – but I have increased my walked miles by 3 miles this week. That has taken its toll on my foot and tendons so maybe this next week I need to ease off the walking but do some everyday still.
It is clear that we are turning the season now toward winter – there are geese gathering and the mornings have been frosty. Recently when I took photographs n Monifieth I discovered this poem which I think is beautiful and describes this time of year (and especially the geese) so well:
The Wild Geese
‘O TELL me what was on yer road, ye roarin norlan’ Wind,
As ye cam blawin frae the land that’s niver frae my mind?
My feet they traivel England, but I’m deein for the north.’
‘My man, I heard the siller tides rin up the Firth o Forth.’
‘Aye, Wind, I ken them weel eneuch, an fine they fa’ an rise,
An fain I’d feel the creepin mist on yonder shore that lies,
But tell me, or ye passed them by, what saw ye on the wey?’
‘My man, I rocked the rovin gulls that sail abuin the Tay.’
‘But saw ye naething, leein Wind, afore ye cam to Fife?
There’s muckle lyin ‘yont the Tay that’s mair to me nor life.’
‘My man, I swept the Angus braes ye hinna trod for years.’
‘O Wind, forgie a hameless loon that canna see for tears!’
‘An far abuin the Angus straths I saw the wild geese flee,
A lang, lang skein o beatin wings, wi their heids towards the sea,
An aye their cryin voices trailed ahint them on the air.-‘
‘O Wind, hae maircy, haud yer whisht, for I daurna listen mair!’
Next week means more work on the Ark so I am off to get my toolkit and my waterproofs sorted out …