Monday, 13 January 2014

Icarus @ 59 # 31


Newhaven harbour at the dimming of the day, boats sitting in the mud after the tide has gone... it isn't really a place that is known to inspire the poets of Edinburgh, not in my ken anyway, but I remember taking this picture last year and actually what a fantastic place it really is. You can see the Forth Bridges from the Quay and looking over the Firth of Forth you can see the Kingdom of Fife (and for the record it has a couple of great restaurants just walking distance from the water's edge). But I am sharing this because I wanted to share the picture. I love the colours, the reflection of the water on the mud and if you had been there you would have tasted the salty breeze. That's all, its just a wee memory that buzzed back into my head, like this song - looking for a boatman in a harbour.

Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile
which translates as
Oh my boatman, na hóro eile

I often look from the highest hill
that I might see, oh boatman
Will you come tonight, or will you come tomorrow
Oh sorry will I be if you do not come at all...