The Diving Board.

This is a song of pure sentimentality – a song of vanished youth. Although we referred to a particular rock formation on the shore at Longniddry as “The Divin Board”, there had been no actual board there since before the Second World War. One summer we cemented in a bracket and got a plank. At the end of the summer, one Wullie Crease came and sawed it up for firewood.