Glen Clova and Chris Marlowe

This is for you Sarah.

Was at a bit of a loss as to what do today, so just got in the car and drove. Found myself up Glen Clova again. Took a pic here in January from almost the exact same spot. The burn was frozen then, what a difference a few months can make. The stones are nearly bleached with the sun.
I stopped for a light refreshment at the Clova Hotel. How the hell this place makes any money is beyond me. But it's a cracking wee place. The log burning stove was going full pelt, the rugby was on the telly and I got chatting to the barman, who, believe it or not, turned out to be a part time bee-keeper! So I've arranged to go take some pics of his hives..... watch this space.

The second top pic I like the best, it seems to me to show spring in the highlands at its best. What you think?

The top pic is where I want to live. Can you imagine waking up to that every morning.

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The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of th purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.

Christopher Marlowe (1564- 1593)