The port of Leith has now become engulfed by Edinburgh, but it still
feels like a very different place. The area around the old port is
stunningly beautiful, with bobbing ships in the water, cobbled lanes,
and bars and bistros whose tables spill out from ancient buildings onto the pavement in a
continental manner. Throughout the centuries it has played host to
millions of sailors who have hit dry land on shaky legs and staggered
into whichever pub was handy.
The pubs by the water have their own unique charm. In one you can sit in
a teensy weensy room - more a cupboard with a window - where apparently ladies of the
night used to sit to attract passing custom from men who had come
ashore. I sat in that little room one day, trying to imagine what it
must have been like long long ago. The room had an effect on me, and I
penned a few words, which I now share with you...
The Snug
I've found a curious little space in which I can sit and
hide,
It's in an ancient tavern where sailors used to bide,
Some say it
is a tiny room where women used to tout,
But I've been here a good long
while
And so far there's been nowt.