There'd been a double booking -
So I ended up in a high ceilinged attic room in The Old Grocery -
From my window I could see the rooftops of Melrose and the Eildon Hills -
Malcolm uncorked a bottle of red -
We sat on a small balcony, above the sun drenched wynd -
My father was a coach maker Malcolm said - he could shape wood in any shape he wanted -
Malcolm's wife poured me a brimming bumper in a heavy glass -
I said how much I admired the house -
When I bought it Malcolm said no one had lived in it for three years -
17.00
Wednesday 1 July 2015
The Old Grocery
Melrose
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