Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive - To A Funky Scottish Bard...

Behold the hour, the boat arrive;
Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
Sever'd from thee, can I survive,
But Fate has will'd and we must part.
I'll often greet the surging swell,
Yon distant Isle will often hail:
"E'en here I took the last farewell;
There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail."
Along the solitary shore,
While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll westward turn my wistful eye:
"Happy thou Indian grove," I'll say,
"Where now my Nancy's path may be!
While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
O tell me, does she muse on me!"
Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive - Robert Burns

This Sunday, we celebrate Burns Night, so it seemed fitting to share a poem by the famous Scottish bard! We love the sea-faring spirit of one of his romantic poems, 'Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrives'.

We've chosen this image of a coastal inspired hand-painted ceramic plate - created by
Karen Edward @ Funky Scottish - to compliment his words!

Now, we just need to add a hearty serving of haggis, neeps and tatties...

Happy Burns Night! xo


Living by the sea, Karen Edward @ Funky Scottish is naturally drawn to coastal themes and has developing her own unmistakable flair for showcasing the unique character of the East Neuk. Her favourite subjects include the houses, animals, boats and seascapes she observes in and around the fishing villages. Karen will also happily paint bespoke ceramics reflecting your own unique character and interests. Choose a gift or crockery collection to celebrate special occasions including birthdays, anniversaries and weddings. If you'd like to order your own exclusive, hand-painted piece, please get in touch!  

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