North Light.

Climbing this short rise the view to the west and the north opens out towards mountains in the distance – Schiehallion for sure and others I can’t name as yet. Swallows dart across the topmost fields, old hawthorns berried on the brow of the hill. Eyebright, birdsong, gorse bees. A housemartin zips past my face, so close I feel the whoosh as it dips its wing and is away, like the summer up here on the edge. A vole scurries into the long grass. A new view, a new home ? I like the clear, broad space and the constant north light. I think so.