Time. There is no time. I stand still on the pebbled shore, The breeze in my face, in my hair, in my ears. (It whispers to me) There is no time. Only the crystal water that licks the stones at my feet. A boat purrs in the distance, the birds Dive for their dinner, ripples spread and disperse, Like memories of time. There is no time. Only shells and stone and silky glass, Pummelled by an unseen hand, Never seen, but always there, Shaping and changing, Time and tide. Time. There is no time.
Time. There is no time. I stand still on the pebbled shore, The breeze in my face, in my hair, in my ears. (It whispers to me) There is no time. Only the crystal water that licks the stones at my feet. A boat purrs in the distance, the birds Dive for their dinner, ripples spread and disperse, Like memories of time. There is no time. Only shells and stone and silky glass, Pummelled by an unseen hand, Never seen, but always there, Shaping and changing, Time and tide. Time. There is no time.
View from the hill behind the St. Magnus Bay Hotel in Hillswick
The Drongs This is an amazing rock formation, as seen from Gordi Stack.
Marsh marigolds Looking across a marshy area towards Hillswick. The marsh marigolds currently in flower will be succeeded by the yellow flags behind them, not yet in bud.