Friday 21 August 2020
The Light and the Land
A rainy day in the Black Mount.
Yet between sweeping showers, moments of beauty can be found.
Wet feet at a high lochan, tin-tacked with rain.
We take to the cloud-swallowed hills.
We get back wet and tired. This has not been a classically good day. Yet who could say we had not been priviledged?
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