and ignored that tempting chair in the sunshine
and the lilac, filling the air with the sweetest perfume in the world
and the clematis scrambling over the sitooterie
and the dicentra, nodding in the shade
and got on a train to Glasgow for a markers' meeting.
It was a pleasant journey.
The meeting was in a hotel beside the River Clyde, with its rather futuristic buildings.
BBC Scotland - how exciting to work there. (Or so one fancies.)
But then I had to go in. Crowne Plaza - why CrownE, I wonder? Is it a Ye Olde Shoppe sort of spoof archaism? And why Plaza? Not exactly a British word.
Some hours later, back on the train.