The Road to Dunbar

We’re like rats in a maze getting out 

Then a climb up and over to Eyemouth

We cross the border 

In our usual disorder

Grateful the wind’s from the South

There’s a neat pier by Eyemouth beach 

But fishing prudence is so hard to teach 

Poverty drove them aground 

189 drowned

With the harbour just out of reach

It gets blustery and hotter yet

Torness nuclear I’ll try to forget

An ugly blue box

Whose skyline mocks

The natural beauty in which it is set

Dunbar quarry is even worse 

It must make the locals curse 

A jumble of grey plantwork  

And a tangle of pipework

Such progress is hard to reverse

Tim’s examining Dunglass Church

So at the harbour we find a good perch

The castle soon attracts him

Then we’re off for a swim 

And the usual hotel search

Last night there was panic a while

The King’s Arms couldn’t find my file

With the King’s Head correction 

They gave re-direction

Asked where his legs were; didn’t get a smile.

Cramond