We looked at the map.
There was so much that we could not place.
This did not matter.
We sought adventure [on our Sunday off]
We got completely lost amidst the rhoddies and the trees:
In our adventure we came to wonder if both the ‘start’ and the ‘finish’ seemed as if on some kind of circular?
A walker-by – who had enjoyed childhood adventure on Gillies Hill – kindly guided us to the rubble of Polmaise castle
Polmaise castle was blown up as I was conceived. Now all that survives is the rubble and the broken doorway. A collapsed doorway just as it fell: accidentally dividing 18 from 65. Both being ‘landmarks’ of human age.