A Moment of Nostalgia on the track to Suilven, 14 th July 2006 at 7.10 a.m.

 

“Aw, thank you Jesus, who ever you are.”

“Nae bither,” says i mannie, whoever he is.

 

 

Sunrise

Striding head on into the morning sun,

Two bulls. (But one of them’s a bullock).

 

 

Halfway up

From here there’s still a ripple on the loch.

I give myself a break and eat the chocolate.

 

 

Unforgiveable

To shift a rock

for the colour of its lichen.

 

 

Jet plane from Suilven

He really is beneath me.

 

 

On the ridge

The mountain is deceitful.

Looking down,

you know you never understood it.

Don’t fall off.

 

 

Caistel Laith 1

Climbing up the whaleback of Suilven

it comes to me I deserve

EVERYTHING.

 

 

Caistel Laith 2

I take this net onto the hill

and cast my lustful eye across

this skirt of cnocs and lochans,

over stones and rainful lichen,

yellow fungi, torn petals,

joyful things like shrines

and the distant grace of bothies.

 

John Bolland - July 2006