Once again we find ourselves at the close of a year. The

Darkness tumbled down the corries, taking the mountains into treacly blackness, but

Perhaps they were as startled as I was! Standing on the edge

Arriving late on the clifftop I was guided along by a ghostly

As I work more deeply with the land and our fellow inhabitants

Alone in the meadow, the setting sun spotlighting the dance of gnats

As I make my way up the slope between a watching avenue

As the snow gently settles a blanket of light upon the land

As the days shrink down to their bare minimum over the coming

Leaving home, I wished a quick 'good morning' to Lady Buzzard who

They flowed through the summer evening on tawny wings, catching the breeze,