Being married to a skilled Dog Listener has its advantages. While he worked his magic on stressed owners (the dogs knowing what they were doing all along), I whiled away the hours on a Fife beach, walking, watching, delighting in the whip of the wind and people at their Saturday play. The opening of Alastair Reid’s superb poem, ‘Scotland’, came to mind:
It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet,
when larks rose on long thin strings of singing
and the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels
[…]
Anne M Scriven 
I know that retort… “boys…” followed by a big sigh and rolling of eyes..,
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