By Bernie Bell
It’s not only children who resent having to go to bed by day!
Because I’m a knackered person I need to go to bed early – for a grown-up – usually about half past 9.
After snoozing on the sofa last night, I headed off at 10 – having first remembered this poem, and taken this picture …..
Before long everyone in the Northern Isles will be going to bed by day – what a lovely light we get though, to see us on our way to the land of dreaming………..
Bed in Summer
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
Robert Louis Stevenson