Lochranza Bay
Crystal wavelets with rhinestone crests crinkle and fritter along moist sand humplets, and leave little eddies of sprightly whirls and…
Crystal wavelets with rhinestone crests
crinkle and fritter along moist sand humplets,
and leave little eddies of sprightly whirls and whorls
that mark their passing
While sluggish fingers of salted kelp
string and weave amongst burbling back-water,
heavily sanded starfish hitch carriage upon a wayward current,
to land splay footed on the foreshore
Only the distant screech of a petulant skua
troubles the layered quietness in the cloistered cove,
and the occasional keening of an errant offshore zephyr
breaks the velvety silence of this Highland bay.
Living in Scotland, I’m within a one-hour drive of large tracts of stark and beautiful wilderness, where I have spent many happy times hillwalking, wild camping, and just absorbing the sights and sounds of this wild environment. The Highlands are dotted with secluded little bays, that never see a human footprint for months on end. I love to sit and dream, and with notebook at the ready, let my muse run wild.
