Highlands, by Tony Turner
I'm saying goodbye to it all
for a month. I'm away to the Highlands.
I don't mean the Bonnie Pr...
I'm saying goodbye to it all
for a month. I'm away to the Highlands.
I don't mean the Bonnie Pr...
From contemplation in the orange garden
to a hushed gloom
where light hangs in bowls
like cens...
You step from the car
and a four-hour drive with the children,
in charge, but so slender
tha...