Tag Archives: Art. Assynt

Such days…

Today is one of these days…….

Such days, when trees run downwind, their arms stretched before them.

Such days, when the sun’s in a drawer, and the drawer locked.

From February – not everywhere by Norman MacCaig.


The fires are on & the soup is on the stove. The cats are in the dogs are sleeping. I may join them…


New art photo’s next week……

If you like Scotland (and Assynt) then have a read of – The poems of Norman MacCaig – Published by Polygon.