Bone dry the heather. The scent of rotting vegetation. Lambs spill to old bones. Crushed beneath the lowering sky. Gravel grey and ominous. The brush tail of tree walkers. The crunch of pine. Needle prickly and fresh.
Beyond the Loch the Atlantic. Grey flat sky stain. Leviathans tremble. Cold meat for seagulls. Jellyfish adorn spitle tread. A game, a lark, a childhood test. A whisper of grass. A filth of litter.
Hillside crush. A U of rock. History hides. A lodge for forever. A lair, a dream, a memory.