May 20, 2017 by Roy Murray
Can’t sleep these mornings with the bright sun and the birdsong so me and the dog are back doing our early morning strolls through the town and up to the Porchiefields. Then back for coffee. Love that time before the town wakes up. Nodding at other early risers – Staff on the way into the Old Folks Home, Vinny opening the shop, Tidy Towners filling black bags, crows looking for breakfast, bin lorries on their rounds, Johnny going god-knows-where, the sun and mist playing tag on the dandelion dew on the brow of the hill. Only the river flows on and in its muttering across the stones beneath the bridge I hear it saying “It’s well for you only getting up at this hour”.