Iain took this photo this week when he was out walking behind Helensburgh in Glen Fruin. The days of being lost in the mountains are not exactly "gone" but perhaps "disappearing" would be a better word. Always my last words to him are "Have you got your mobile?"!!!
It was National Poetry Week last week so here is a poem that fits the photo. I don't know Hamid Shami but it intrigued me that his best friend was a McLeod!
Lost
To quote my distant friend Imran McLeod
'A man with no culture has no identity'
The last I heard of him was, he was off
To the Himalayas.
He had a very confused childhood.
Father was Scottish,
Mother Pakistani.
They'd always be arguing over many things
Concerning him.
One was religion.
Father wanted him brought up
A Catholic; mother wanted a Muslim.
Was the only boy on our street who went
To mosque on Fridays and chapel on Sundays.
But in the mountains
God's sure to find him.
Hamid Shami
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Poem by Hamid Shami, from
Wish I Was Here: a Scottish Multicultural Anthology, Pocketbooks, 2000.
A lovely day to get some shots of the views from the terrace looking east to Loch Lomond in the distance.
This must be a Japanese maple probably planted 100 years ago. Quite stunning in the afternoon sunlight.
Ishie is 22 months and loving Nursery which she goes to 3 days a week. She is a very busy little lady who loves to be outside 'helping'!
Somebody needs to turn the tap off!
Moments of sunshine between the deluges of the last 48 hours means that I am likely to get some 'weather' photos. This is Argyll Street which is at right angles to Colquhoun Street and is on my route to the shops.
Duck Bay on Loch Lomond. I am looking for a place for our German and Swedish visitors to stay next June. Many of the old haunts have been considerably smartened up I am delighted to see. There is an answer here somewhere; it will take some further 'research'!
