“There, beneath a portcullis of rain/lie the bones of time-rent men and women. “
“I wait while the sun moves/And the bees finish their dance.”
“Oh, and it makes me wonder…..”
The Old House, as it was known, with one of my cousins standing in the doorway – probably in the 1960’s.
“There’ll be dancing in heaven/ On the night before the longest day”
Nature, Myths & Stories on until 27th June, Northlight Gallery Stromness
“I don’t see/hear the news, at the weekend. It’s the weekend.”
The gallery, in the old Kirk, is light, airy, just right.
It’s not just Sky-stones,/ Carved Balls,/Painted Walls.
Then to Farr viewpoint, where Mike did his ‘Marlboro Man‘ impression.