Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Yesterday’s ‘mist rolling in from the sea’… I mused on Paul McCartney’s song.
Far have I travelled and much have I seen
Dark distant mountains with valleys of green
Past painted desert the sunset’s on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre
McCartney left the Beatles and retreated to a Scottish farm. The beautiful scenery on the Kintyre peninsula calmed and inspired.
Here in Lowestoft – walking along the beach or cycling through country lanes…
The great tit family in the bird bath, the fox walking through our garden, the young woodpecker looking at the bird-feeder but not sure what to do….
Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
‘Coming out of lockdown’ and ‘discovering a new normal’ brings excitement, acceptance and anxiety.
Some want to return to the ‘heavenly choir’ of an idyllic past. Nostalgic memories – the known and understood is comfortable and comforting. We convince ourselves it was ‘the best’.
Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my memories remain
Flickering embers go higher and higher
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre
The past mixture of sunshine smile and rainy tears was never perfect. There were both green pastures and dark valleys.
Memories allow us to visit our ‘Mull of Kintyre’ but we can’t live there. The mist rolling in from the sea shrouds tomorrow’s adventure.
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
P.S.
‘Mull of Kintyre’ (1977) Paul McCartney wrote it with Denny Laine… the recording included bagpipes!
I think tomorrow I might muse more on living with our past, living in the present and embracing the future – any thoughts or personal stories would be most welcome – Please!
