Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees; ...
I have often wondered what 'shoon' meant and I suppose it is obvious really, if you think about it! Anyway, I looked it up and it is plural for shoes. An archaic word.
This morning has been beautiful. Mellow Autumn colour, a soft southerly breeze and the sunshine beckoned to Tilly and me to take a walk. I checked the tide times and as there was going to be a good expanse of beach we went off to Belhaven. Others had the same idea. It is a vast beach but even so we managed to cross paths with dogs, seabirds, a cyclist and a couple of horses.
Man Friday and Mrs Friday were there, braving a bare foot walk through the chilly North Sea wavelets
and there were surfers. Lots of them.
Above all, though, it was a walk of sounds. Sky larks and sea birds, curlews and a flypast of geese, all with the background noise of the crash and swoosh of the waves. A good start to my week.