SEPTEMBER - "...all the time I'se been a-climbin on..."
...all the time I'se been a-climbin on, And reachin' landins, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps 'Cause you find it's kinda hard. Don't you fall now - For I'se still goin' honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair. from "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes Evening sunlight through the trow door (trows are mischievous spirits in Orkney folklore - Alex made the door some years ago and it has travelled with us). Last Thursday, our weekly shopping trip (supplemented by brave delivery drivers!) was a glorious weather day. It had one of those skies which I often think are peculiar to March and September - a truly clear, honest and heavenly blue. When we came out of the supermarket with our loaded trolley, Ginny and I absolutely knew we should take the north coast road home. This would ...
