They huddle, gathered in a line,
with hunched hills stooped behind.
What hardy souls to have placed roots here,
almost in the sea itself;
a place so subject to the whim of waves,
unrelenting on the days when whipped into a rage.
Arm in arm this little row of houses
perch on the very edge of land;
with windows that gaze levelly out to sea,
unblinking, unfazed, defiant.
Beautiful poem & Photos. I have been enchanted with this wee village since I was a child and you have captured that completely – well done?
Hello,
Saw your blog from visit Scotland. Lovely photos. The prose in this post rings a bell – who is the author? I can’t place it and an Internet search has drawn a blank!
Hi Moray, thank you for your comment – I wrote it 🙂 It’s an amazing place, have you been?