The writing is on the wall.
No. Not this time… I went back. I hobbled along the cobbles
to the Grand old Duke of York
The writing is on the ceiling…
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
The lines are from ‘An Irish Airman Foresees His Death’ ~ by William Butler Yeats.
The other quote is by Oscar Wilde
And Flower of Scotland the Scottish Anthem – Elly could sing that one for you, she did learn something when she lived there! 😉
Today I discovered that the owner of The Duke of York was responsible for the ‘wall garden’, He did approach the owners of the other premises off the entry, to encourage them to join in the venture, but they declined. He went ahead and tidied his own area and has paid someone to look after the baskets and basins. I saw evidence of this work on my latest visit.