McCall Smith’s poems are maps to the soul

“…more precious, though,
are the unpublished maps we make ourselves,
of our city, our place, our daily world, our life;
those maps of our private world
we use every day; here I was happy, in that place
I left my coat behind after a party,
that is where I met my love; I cried there once,
I was heartsore; but felt better round the corner…”

A beautiful poem delivered by Angus Lordie, portrait painter and more importantly, the owner of Cyril (a gold-toothed, kind, thinking kind of dog). At the end of each book in the series, Angus delivers a poem, my favourite has always been this one from ‘Love over Scotland’, a 44 Scotland Street novel, by Alexander McCall Smith.