As I woke up this morning I was greeted by this sight (I say when I woke up, This was not When I opened my eyes, But rather two cups of coffee And a shower later.) The Isle of Skye. A place of beauty, Serenity, and other nice words That end in –Y. There are... Continue Reading →
White-clad cottages, stand like dominoes Each one integral, each one unique The land they stand on archaic, antique Their owners tend to the cattle who low, In the communal fields shared down below The seeds of grass, stolen by a crow’s beak Returning to a nest over a creek, Does little to the fields.... Continue Reading →
My response to the post: On Holiday I’ve been in a cottage in Skye now for three days. A holiday that was almost cancelled at the ninth, tenth, and eleventh hour. Yet one which thankfully went ahead. After mum passed in September, we had no choice but to pull together as a family. This... Continue Reading →
Rational Darren: Okay time to get some work done Holiday Darren: Oh yeah sure, but first I’ll build a fire. Rational Darren: A fire, but it’s the middle of the day…okay, but just a little one. Holiday Darren: Sure, sure, then I’ll get right to work. Rational Darren: Great, that’s lit, let’s get going… Holiday... Continue Reading →
