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
The winter is cold. Ice forms on the loch. I swim & two swans follow.
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
You’ve hated living here for too long. Forever. The whole town is boring, dour, rubbish and crap. You’ve planned your escape to sunny wherever, Till you notice you fit like a cervical cap.
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