Today a fabulously haunting picture ofplease take care of this book perched on the shores of Loch Lomond arrived. Reminiscent of shots of the book in New Zealand and Alaska, it seems readers are really drawn to the juxtaposition of my little green book of poetry with water and wilderness.
As a Celt myself, on my Father's side, the rugged beauty of the Highlands is a familiar ,and formidable landscape, although I can not help that traditional folk song burying into my brain whenever I hear the name of this particular destination.
"O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road, And I'll be in Scotland a'fore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again, On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond."
Rather wistful lyrics and rather a wistful photograph, but I am mindful of the fact that the reader took the time to set up the picture during the course of their day, which proves once again that people can be mindful and kind about the small things in life even a quirky little book. The human race, despite enormous discourses to the contrary, is doing just fine. sjc xx