There’s too much going on at the moment, and not enough days in the week, hours in the day, minutes in the et cetera. Some sort of Sports-Day thing in
London, the Proms on the Radio, and here in : well, where do we start? Edinburgh
So for the first of my Festival Sestudes, and to wish the
National Museum a slightly-belated happy 1st Birthday, I will make a rare exception and venture out of the . Here, slightly perversely, is a before-and-after-time pair of pictures. Scottish Building
I cranked into action. Crowds
gathered as music began.
Two little children ran
like mischievous mice.
“Mum, you’ve got to see the clock:
But time is fleet-footed, ephemeral.
I used to command an audience
the full length of the room –
even the fish stopped to look –
sometimes they’d applaud.
Now they’re gone, and I’ve been
exiled; shunted into dry dock.
Images Copyright M J