I’ve been feeling the call of the wild for some time now. In fact

An early morning ramble over the headland of Jack Scout as the dawn mists

Together we watched the mists clear.We saw the end of summer colours return to

A distant storm lingers from dark clouds, the living backdrop for Bac Mor. Advancing

Slowly the spires rose from the Hazel wood, straining to reach the very tops

And the Whales gathered by the side of the oceanA swirl of Oak and

A last goodbye as the land turns inwards.She calls and calls,her deathly talons tightly

Turquoise, sea-green, black beach, swirl path, wild wave, ocean teeth, crawl claim, fish drenched,

A monolithic giant of a massif, Creag Mhor glowered in the evening light, a

Blue light broke through the drizzle as the Otter repeatedly surfaced and submerged in

The air thickened around me, syrupy with Midges and the drift of fern exhale.

My head swam in a globe of gold, memories rising of my old self.As