sunrise
One of those mornings when Iona and the Ross of Mull peep over the horizon, islands floating above a sea of light. Then the sun breaks, itself fluid, a drop of steel from the furness, burning gold flowing like mercury.
One of those mornings when Iona and the Ross of Mull peep over the horizon, islands floating above a sea of light. Then the sun breaks, itself fluid, a drop of steel from the furness, burning gold flowing like mercury.
RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI
Powered by WordPress
Welcome to Tiree Alan! Gordon (Cornaigmore).
Comment by Gordon — January 28, 2009 @ 7:26 am
Thanks Gordon, your video blog of the wild winds was one of the things that drew us to Tiree! … and we were at the Defenders gig a few weeks ago, so saw you in action!
Comment by alan — January 28, 2009 @ 6:47 pm