O Soft Embalmer of the Still Midnight
The problem with this midsummer thing is nights like last night, when it is light enough by 03.30 to wake me up and leave me playing catch-up. In short, I didn’t sleep well and am knackered.
Corstorphine Physic Well
After yesterday’s writing session I came up with an idea that I elaborated a little in a notebook after coffee this morning–it’s about the only creative thing I’ve done today, except for making scones 🙂 Anyway, in pursuit of the idea, and also to try and wake myself up with fresh air, I took a walk down to the site of an ancient well (more or less, the actual well was slightly to the east of the plaque in the picture.)
The website I linked to classifies it as a holy or sacred well, because it is, or may once have been, dedicated to Mary (the area is still called Ladywell, though the nearby road is marked as Lady Bank Well Road on the OS Sheet of 1895 and the reference may be to another, now lost, well).
In any event, it is referred to now as the Physic Well and was reputed for the sulphurous qualities of its water. Quite what it has to do with a writing idea is one for the future (no spoilers).
The scones are good, and disappearing fast.
And that’s it; I’m too tired for more.
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Music: I had a lovely, effusive email after posting Everything But The Girl a couple of nights ago, and was tempted to more of the same. Instead, here’s the great Bruce Hornsby with Don Henley and a song they co-wrote. It’s references are to US politics of an earlier age, but it retains its relevance. There’s a bit of unfortunate chat in the middle, but what can you do?
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