Stopping at a graveyard by Corgarffwe stumble on an oyster catcherand its looping, fearless chick Alarmed, its orange bill points at usand its call comes loud and clearlike the calls of the clanscarved around us The bird is up for…
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My mother and father honeymooned in Scotland, in a small, thick-walled cottage in a village called Strathyre. I know it was thick-walled because just over 30 years later my wife and I spent part of our own honeymoon in the…
On rough, rough seas and whitewashed wavesmy stomach heavesthe edges rocking on and on:our vessel tips from side to sideno taste nor energyHow near am I to leaving, dockingone last time? Is that decay my fingertips can feel?The creeping darkthe…
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A good friend of mine has erected a placard on her property advising whoever passes by to vote for the Liberal Democrats at the upcoming council elections. This, she tells me, is because the candidate is a nice chap. An…
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