Knoydart

The course rising hills

The emerald bracken as far as the eye can see

Sheep bleeting, little white specks in the distance

The bark of the dogs as they round them up

The squeal of the pigs down on the flats

The raor of the quad as it rumbles up to the fank

Or screaming through the glen

Arm's tight round Calum's waist

this magic is incredible.

Bareback rides on Jill as the sun goes down

Purring cats upon my knee, cosy on the couch

Late night talks with my best friend, all snuggly and warm

Lounging in the grass outside the pub

the sound of the sea lapping gently against the shore.

Swimming in the river

flies dancing in the dappled sunlight

Glinting on the water, me just floating along

Nothing matters, just this moment

this time, this place

This tranquility

And in the end there's no where else i'd rather be.