Orion and an ode to a lost spoon

Up behind the beach the fine short turf is spattered with cow pats, and stones thrown by storms. One end of the beach is all cobbles, where the burn flows in, the best stretch for firewood, the other is sandy and the turf smoother. The burn is lined with alders and disappears up the glen,Continue reading “Orion and an ode to a lost spoon”