I am humbled and tenderized: bashed back to animal by elements slapping
on the Isle of Skye for a week.
2008 feels calm and Hampstead Heath’s New Year’s Day huddles of arm in arm
perambulators strangely 18th century as we paddle through the organised mud
in herds, reassuringly chatting of the better things to come.
Spot a herd of Red Deer running the far side of a black heather covered valley
and you might think they were Velociraptors.
