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.
