Pardon me … if I don’t Trust your Hallucinations

They say the granite sparkles. Aye, in the sun, a lovely sparkle. She tries to see it, face up against the stone and in the ends decides - It is an hallucination from living this far North, surrounded by grey and (possibly) granite radioactivity affecting their sight. She makes a joke to that effect and … Continue reading Pardon me … if I don’t Trust your Hallucinations

Skin

the White Disease he calls it when I burn & peel peel & burn for sunscreen in Scotland is not a frequent concern.   when our boys were new & unblemished routinely he would say with their Colour Skin sunscreen is unnecessary when they go out to play.   he likes the sun but prefers … Continue reading Skin

Gleneagles to Glasgow

  Big skies of Scotland, trailing wood smoke, Fences, fields and tangled copses of wind-bent trees Grazing clumps of sheep near reedy pond water; Bleak winter beauty viewed from the train, Cold hands fumble for the correct change.   Weirs of white water tumble past a Cathedral spire. Dogs and people stroll, Passengers wait and … Continue reading Gleneagles to Glasgow